Hi Baby Boy,
Mommy is blogging, so what does that mean? Yep! You guessed it! You've had a "monthly birthday." Mommy is sooo predictable, isn't she?

Silly boy! Silly Mommy!

So, yeah, OK, what a month we've had. You now have FOUR, yes, count 'em, FOUR teeth! Two on bottom, two on top. Mommy's little Rat-boy!

And on the day that you turned eight months old, although I never did update the blog to reflect as much, you started getting yourself from a crawling position back to a sitting position. No mean feat for a new crawler! You also began this month feeding yourself finger foods (although it's not an especially graceful maneuver, what with the whole grab-it-in-the-palm-shove-it-towards-the-mouth-and-hope-it-falls-in approach, it works nonetheless). And you started trying to pull up. Granted the 'pull ups' have only been while you had the help and support of an animate object, such as Dad or me...no, wait, I take it back...Daddy says that you once pulled up on your keyboard thingy, but is was just the once, otherwise it's been while one of us helped you along. Still and all... It's a start. And it's certainly an indication of things to come from this point forward.

While I love watching you learn and grow (I had this dream last night that you could type on complete sentences on the computer, even though you couldn't verbally communicate what you were typing yet!), it's all so bittersweet because no more will you be my little baby. I've seen it happen to your brother and your sister and I know all too well now how quickly it all goes by and I just want to savor it and revel in it, but I can't stop you from growing (even if I could, I couldn't), and I already have a fuzzy memory of your being a newborn and that was just a few months ago...

I'll stop now. I always get all mushy in these posts, don't I?

Suffice it to say, I love you. And while I miss the little baby you were, I'm having great fun watching you grow into the big boy you are now!

All my love, hugs, and kisses, forever until eternity!

Mommy