8 months

Our little lion (he will be called this until his roaring/growling dies down...and I don't foresee that happening anytime soon) is growing so fast. He's huge. He's chubby. He's top 90th percentile for everything. And he owns it.

I almost don't believe I ever had a fussy child with how happy he is these days. I love him to pieces and feel blessed everyday he's mine...even when he has his occasional moments that make me want to pull my hair out. Motherhood at it's finest I'm told.

At eight months old, our lion scoots around like crazy. He rocks the backwards motion, twists and turns, and does all sorts of crazy maneuvers to get to where he wants to go. Everything but moving forward. Go figure.

He loves to roar. All. The. Time.

Babbles like crazy, and I'm convinced he can already say a few words, like mom, dad, hi, hey, wow, kitty cat, grandma, papa. Words I'm sure he has no idea he's saying, but the sounds are there, so I'm counting it.

He's Mr. Social. He LOVES loves loves people, especially older kids. If only he had an older sibling...

He's quite the ham, and chalks up any attention he can get. If he starts getting fussy, it just means someone isn't pay enough attention to him. Give the boy attention and he's happy go lucky.

He still cries when I leave the room, and I still find it endearing. John still hates it however.

He loves music. Nothing calms him down quite like our singing does. I wonder how long it will take for him to discover that I can't sing. At all. Until then, I'll enjoy the fact that he finds my terrible voice soothing.

Oh how we love this little lion of ours. What did we ever do without him?