Dear Miriam, happy eight-month birthday, you’ve been around for two-thirds of a year now! This past month can be summed up in one word: locomotion! Shortly after you turned seven months, you mastered crawling, and now you can’t be stopped. You are speedy, even on the hardwood floors, and we are trying to keep up with baby-proofing.
You have an innate sense that dangerous=interesting, and “not a toy”=”that’s exactly what I’ve been looking for my whole life.” You aren’t happy just sitting around, you must be wiggling and moving all the time.
The only thing better than crawling around is standing up…then sitting down, then standing up, ad finitum. The play pen (aka baby jail) has replaced the jumperoo in the den because you can wiggle much more freely, albeit safely. Grandpa swears you’ll be walking any day now, but you haven’t quite started to cruise around on the furniture. No hurry on the walking though…besides, why do you need to learn to walk when you’re going to have a pony to ride around? 😉 You started swimming “lessons” this month. You like being in the water and seeing all the other little babies, but the water is a bit cold, we had to get you a mini-wetsuit! You’re pretty fearless about sticking your face in the water and doing new things.
According to the pediatrician, you are nearly 17 pounds and 28 inches long. You still have two little bottom teeth, I haven’t noticed any others yet. Finger foods are now your favorite. Almost every evening involves you making guacamole with avocado slices while we eat dinner, with some sweet potato or mango slices on the side. Yogurt, cheese and eggs are new food favorites too. You have your second cold at the moment but you’re weathering it pretty well.
You love to flash your cheesy grin at the camera, and you crack yourself up playing peekaboo with us or the dogs. You’re starting to be a little bit ticklish on your tummy and toes, so that’s another fun game.