A few days ago I scrolled through photos from your birthday up until now and marveled at how much you’ve grown; how your entire body used to fit in my arms with room to spare, how your tiny eyes were swallowed up by your chubby baby face. I ached a little bit for those days of just sitting with you for half the day, while you snoozed and ate and snoozed and ate. But these days you make me laugh with your antics, and you astonish with your abilities and the way you keep discovering new things. I like seeing the world through your eyes.
Wow this month flew. I blinked, and it's almost September. The weather is turning, the leaves are falling (although that may have to do with the utter lack of rain through August), and A is babbling with purpose, almost crawling with his hands AND knees, and pulling up on everything!
Hi, bad mama...
I'm not sure of the exact numbers, but he's still (barely) fitting in his infant seat!
A-bum (that's what he kind of calls himself), Abrummy, A-boom-boom; M still calls him 'little guy' and also 'boy' which is a little bizarre.
He's been a...
So. This guy actually turns eight months old... next week. BUT I HAVE A GOOD REASON TO BE LATE, hah. We were out of town for the last two weeks, just got home, and I finally unearthed M's tablet so that I could write this while she's occupied. I'm going to try my best to write it based on seven months, not what's currently happening with A...
... and two days.
Stats: ?! I still don't know. #momfail His next appointment with the nurse practitioner isn't for a little while. All I know is that he's rapidly outgrowing everything.
Nicknames: Still with Abrummy. My dad decided his last name should be "Yellalotski" which is hilarious and...