A few months back I wrote one of my most popular (and soppy) posts – a note to my baby boy which was, funnily enough, a note to TM about all the wonderful and strange things he does. Babies change so very quickly and I decided that my virtual memory box (sounds more sentimental than a blog, right?) was the perfect place to record all his quirks and habits. Without further ado…
My darling boy, you’re almost 8 months old and I don’t quite know where the time is going. You do so many gorgeous things now and you’re growing so quickly.
You love eating cushions, especially bright coloured ones.
When we go to see Daddy while he’s working at the pub you get really excited and start making really loud noises.
Gagayahyahdadayah is your new phrase and it’s hilarious. You started ‘speaking’ and making dada/gaga noises about a month ago, but I don’t think you realise that Dada is Daddy.
You’re obsessed with bottles and drinks, especially beer bottles. It’s SO funny how you reach for them and stare when people are holding them, you basically become hypnotised. I am a little concerned that you already have our love of alcohol!
Some of the noises you make are distinctly dinosaur-esque – you have a growl and a happy noise which remind me of dinosaurs!
You don’t suck your thumb anymore – that was very short lived. It’s probably a good thing though.
You love eating and you make such a mess. And you hate being cleaned up afterwards.
We still enjoy reading together every day.
You look so pleased with yourself when you pull yourself up to standing. Your legs are so strong and I can’t believe how capable you are. You ‘furniture hop’ from the chair to the foot stool to the next chair.
Finally, you get tired a bit earlier so you’re not such a night owl. I still think your bedtime is a bit late but I am enjoying my newfound evening alone-time.
You get yourself into ridiculous spaces (usually because you’ve spotted a wire hidden behind them) and then cry because you’re stuck.
Sometimes we bring you into our bed in the mornings so we can all have a lie in and your face lights up as you look from me to Daddy and back again. I feel like my whole world is in that sleepy, smiley bed.
You’re still such a happy little thing, you’re always smiling and giggling and everybody remarks at how placid you are (most of the time).
Strangers and shop assistants always comment on the way you sit in your buggy with your feet on the bar. You look so chilled out and it cracks me up – I think you’ll have your dad’s laid back attitude which makes me happy.
You laugh loads when I kiss you and blow raspberries.
I love how much you adore all your grandparents and the rest of the family – you’re so lucky to have them and I hope you appreciate that when you get older. Recently we got a video of you giggling while Grandad pretended to sneeze and it made my heart sing seeing my Dad and my son having the best time together.
Your favourite thing is just to stand at my leg dribbling on my knee. You smile and stand there for ages, even though there’s so much you could be playing with or doing.
You seem to be getting the start of separation anxiety. You cry when I leave the room sometimes and will cling to my leg.
When I put music on, you love it – you bop around and shout along!
You often hold your hands over your ears when you are tired – it’s very sweet.
I am loving seeing you growing up and learning new things all the time even though it’s all going too fast. Every day with you is still the best day and we laugh often – I hope it stays that way forever.
Thanks for indulging another soppy post from me!