Abram - 7 & 8 Months

I apologize to my little Abram, for I have failed you when it comes to monthly pictures and updates.  Seven months came and went without a single monthly picture or post.  As a result, I'm going to attempt to compare your eight month self to your seven month self. 

Things changed for you over the course of a month.  They did.  In the beginning of the month you could sit up on your own with some coaxing, but you would often topple over in an effort to get someone to hold you.  That sitting up business just takes a lot out of a young man, and, let's be honest, you much preferred to have your head resting on a nice bosom.  At eight months you have finally broken down and summoned the ability to sit up on your own without throwing your head backwards with great force.  Only, sitting is kind of boring, and a small part of you really wants to crawl, but then there is that whole exerting energy thing.  It goes against your whole "super chill dude" persona.  So at eight months if you really want to get something you just roll around the floor, left, right, over, back, up, down until you finally reach that thing you are reaching for.  Or sometimes you just sit there, clap your hands, smile your giant, adorable smile, and hope that your sister or someone will just bring it over to you.  If you could pick, you would munch on papers, shoes, wires, and boxes.  Anything non-toy will do just fine.

Seven Months - I HATE CRAWLING!!

 

At seven months we were still feeding you mostly baby food and a few baby puffs twice a day, plus a few bottles.  And, GASP!  You started eating one bottle of the devil's power at seven months.  That's right, your Mama started cheating with some formula.  You don't seem to care much, and I feel a new sense of freedom.  Like some of the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders, because if I forget to bring the milk or refrigerate the milk or freeze the milk - the milk, milk, milk - you aren't going to die.  By eight months you are eating pretty much everything including some table food.  You love to eat.  LOVE to eat.  We added a lunch meal at eight months.  You love the squeezy pouches of food and you inhale them in less than 15 seconds.  It's impressive!  You can feed yourself a bottle at eight months.  Sometimes we just toss one in your crib.  We never would have did that with your sister, but with the second kid, well... with the second kid it's all very different.

Eight Months - I love to eat!

You got your bottom right tooth at seven months and a matching bottom left tooth at eight months.  For such a cool, easygoing dude you are kind of a super wuss when it comes to teething - especially at night.  Maybe it is just a coincidence, but you started to suck a little at sleeping when you got your first tooth.  Nothing much has changed from seven months to eight months in the sleep department.  We stopped swaddling you, because this summer was 800 degrees from the end of June to just recently.  You did fine with that, and some nights I put you in your crib wide awake and you just fall asleep like a good, sweet boy.  No tears.  No screams.  But then some nights you scream your little balls off.  We cannot rock you or give you a bottle or calm you down in any way, and I will never forget the one night where I just gave you a big dropper full of Tylenol, closed your door, closed my door, and fell asleep listening to your cries.  There was just nothing I could do for you.  You are like that sometimes.  Once you get worked up and start crying there is just nothing anyone can do for you.  You may have the Tithof temper on you.  The bright side is that once you fall asleep you stay asleep the entire night.  Good boy.

You and your sister started at a new daycare at seven months and you held out for about a month without catching daycare cooties, but by eight months you have that signature daycare runny nose.  You had a hard time with all of the noise and screaming at Lana's house, but by eight months you are much better around loud noises.  You are such a good boy during the day.  You pretty much never cry and you are always smiling.  I could take you anywhere and I would never worry even once that you'd be fussy or have a Chloelike meltdown.

At seven months your hair started to come in thick, and by eight months you have a sweet, little, blond rooster tail on the top of your head.  You have giant blue eyes.  They take up half of your head, which is saying a lot, because you have quite a noggin' on you.  You are so stinking cute I can hardly stand it.  People swoon over you wherever we go.  You look just like your Daddy.

You took your first trip to the ER at seven months.  Chloe accidentally snipped your finger with scissors, and you ended up with three stitches.  You were such a good boy at the hospital.  You hardly cried at all.  The doctor was in shock.  He said if every baby was like you that the anesthesia department would be out of business.  You are my sweet boy.

Here are your seven and eight month pictures.

Seven Months

Eight Months