Austin is eight months old today. I can hardly believe it. Eight months seems so close to one year -- which I can't even comprehend right now. It's true what they say; it really does fly by. Every day we see a little more of Austin's personality. He's still the happy, calm baby he's always been, but he seems to be channeling a feisty side at times. For example, this afternoon he crawled to the TV stand in hopes of getting at the Playstation yet again. This time, though, he couldn't reach it because I had pushed it to the very back. He reached his little arm as far as it would stretch, and when he had no luck he looked back and cursed me out (in the form of dramatic whines and yells).
This month has been a big one for the Littlest Monkey Man (one of many, many, many nicknames). At eight months Austin...
...has two teeth! Well, we call them spikes because that's really what they are right now.
...is crawling, though he's not the most coordinated crawler yet. He's face-planted at least a dozen times already.
...hates almost every vegetable (I have to mix them with fruit to get him to eat them).
...loves cords of all kinds (laptop, cell phone charger, headphones, etc.)
...still likes sucking his binky upside down.
...loves going to church -- he turns into the biggest flirt.
...cannot get enough of Baxter.
...sleeps at least 12 hours at night on a regular basis (with one quick feeding in the early, early morning)
...is starting to pull himself up onto things.
...loves being out and about.
...is the happiest when he's playing with Daddy and Baxter or in the bath.
We pulled out the swing for old times' sake today. This time we absolutely had to strap Austin in. He nearly flipped himself out of the seat within seconds. I haven't put him in the swing for months, but he actually loved it. Of course I had to keep him cruising at full speed, though.






