Month eight

Yesterday, my baby boy turned 8-months-old. He is still a baby by all accounts, but when I look at him now, I don’t just see a baby–I see a little boy. A handsome, unique, ornery, lovely, precious little boy.

Evan’s personality is really beginning to reveal itself now. He loves to smile, and does so often. He also does this little snort thing when he’s smiling really big, and from what my parents tell me, it’s a face that I made as a baby too. It is probably the most adorable thing I have ever seen, and I can’t help but feel happy inside even seeing it in a photo.

He’s talking a lot now, and his favorite words are: “baba”, “dada”, and most of all, “papaw”. Of course, his Papaw is thrilled that the “P” is the consonant of choice. Whenever Evan is excited or happy about something, he starts making the “pup pap pup paw” noises.

The kid can sail across the kitchen floor in his walker, and I can feel the days of toddling approaching. I can only imagine what it’s going to be like when I have to chase him around the house. As of now, he’s really not making much of an attempt to crawl, and I think he’s going to skip that and go straight into walking. I guess only time will tell.

I haven’t been making these posts every month like I thought I would. I don’t write every little detail in his baby book, and there are days when I don’t take any photos. Sometimes my failures to document EVERYTHING gives me some guilt and anxiety, but then I remember that while I may not be documenting every single detail of his life, I am ENJOYING every single detail of his life. We are together 99% of the time, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I feel so lucky to have the luxury of being home to raise him, and while there may come a day when I need to return to work outside the home, for now we are together, and I plan to soak up every beautiful moment of that.

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