Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My baby is 8 months old!

This was a month with several milestones. You celebrated your first Halloween, first parade, first fever and first ear infection. You are eating more in both quantity and variety of foods. You took your second plane ride on a trip to Virginia to visit family and you “hiked” on the Shenandoah Mountain. While in Virginia, you added two more states to where you’ve visited. We drove through Maryland and stopped in Harrisburg, PA to meet your Auntie Kristen at Monkey Joe’s. So far you’ve been to Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania.

You are still so happy almost all the time (except when you had your ear infection and you cried and screamed all night long) and we love finding new things to make you laugh. Some of your favorite things that you find hysterical are:
Dad dancing
Whenever Samson walks in the room
Whatever the cat is doing
Bouncing or running down the hallway (especially if it’s after the dog)
Squeezing your fat baby thighs
Blowing raspberries
Silly faces and voices
When your toys squirt water in the tub

Some of your favorite toys are your Fisher Price phone, still love the piano/xylophone, tool bench, dad’s keyboard, standing and leaning on your Leap Frog table, bouncing in your exersaucer and eating books. You get very intense when you’re playing with your toys and you can stay fixated with one toy for about a half hour.

You have a toddler tub now which is a giant blow up duck that sits inside the bathtub and you LOVE it! It looks much more fun than being cramped in that little infant tub that fit in the kitchen sink.

You’ll be celebrating your first Thanksgiving soon (which is your dad’s absolute favorite holiday.) No turkey for you, but I’ll make sure to save you some applesauce, mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Your hair is growing in funny and both your dad and I agree it’s time for your first haircut. We haven’t yet decided who will be the lucky barber but we are not big fans of the weird bangs you have going on and the goofy old man comb over in the back.

I love coming home from work because I can’t wait to see you. You smile when I walk into the room and even though you are already snuggling with me less and less as you get older, I treasure every moment you let down your guard and continue to be my little infant son. Sometimes I look at you and you look like a little boy – not a baby. But don’t worry, you will ALWAYS be my baby. Love you, Luke!

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