8 months!

You're 8 months old as of yesterday, and every month I wonder when I'm going to stop saying, "This is the funnest age!"

Here's a few things by numbers that have brought us to the 8 month mark:

• You've flown in an airplane 7 times.
• You've had 2 hair cuts.
• You've been to 6 states.
• You've fallen off the couch once, almost 5 or 6 times.
• You've had your neck and head worked on approx. 60 times. (at $30-$40 each, but you're oh so worth it!)
• You've had 2 head shape checks with 1 more coming later today that will determine if you'll be getting a doc band, (head reshaping helmet).
• You've had 3 colds, 2 really mild, and 1 not so mild.
• You've tried at least 20 different foods, and by the look on you're face with just about every single one, I bet if you could talk you'd say, "I could take it or leave it." The only 2 you love that I consider consistent exceptions are peaches and pickles. But oh well, you're still growing.
• We've taken you "swimming" twice, and we're looking forward to a summer full of pool time.
• You've moved (as in, new home) once.
• You've pooped in the bathtub twice. Yuck. Dad cleaned it up once and Grandma Greenhalgh took care of it the second time. But still, yuck.
• You've been to Disneyland about 6 times and we've taken you on 3 or 4 different rides.
• You've been to 2 zoos.
• You've been on 3 road trips.
• You've been to 2 funerals, 2 weddings, 1 anniversary party, 2 baby showers, and lots of birthday parties.

A couple other fun mile stones that happened this last month are, pulling yourself up to standing in your play crib, in plastic bins, on furniture, and by pulling up on our legs. You shriek and laugh all the time when you're standing.

You've also officially crawled. You still do a lot of belly flops and scoots, (that you've been doing for a month or so) but you finally figured out the knee/hand/forward motion, and you're all over the place now. Dad and I are baby proofing the house this week because you have begun opening drawers and cupboard doors. We're also checking the floor and vacuuming more, because even if you're surrounded by a hundred toys, you still crawl around until you find the tiny paper clip buried in the carpet and put it in your mouth.

You're also figuring out how fun peek a boo is. You love when people do it to you and you've started doing it yourself. If you're standing between my legs, you'll put your head down and then pop it up over and over and look at me and laugh. So cute!

You've become a bit of a momma's boy. Or I guess the official term is 'separation anxiety'. You reach for me a lot, and sometimes fuss when I leave the room. You eventually warm up to everyone, but I really don't mind how much you want to be with me.