Eight Months Old

June 12, 2013

Our sweet Ollie is EIGHT months old already (as of Wednesday). How did that happen?! We were just reflecting today on how quickly he is outgrowing the baby stage and entering toddler-hood. He is crawling at race speed, pulling himself up on all furniture as well as mommy's legs, and even taking steps across the room using his walker or any other movable object.

He has FIVE teeth now (his top two middle teeth plus the one to the right and his bottom two middle teeth) and has already given up on mashed up baby food. This boy wants the REAL deal, so whatever we are eating for dinner I feed him in little bites while he begs for more even with a mouthful of food. ("That's my boy!" says his proud daddy.)

I have a feeling he will keep me on my toes even more than his big brother after witnessing him turn himself around and stand up in the grocery store cart WHILE buckled in today. We've already had to hide the garbage cans and close the bathroom door, because, well, garbage cans are so much more fun to tip over and dump out...and toilets are great fun to splash around in, right? Seriously, the boy just NEVER.STOPS.MOVING.

He loves playing with his big brother and sister, which they are usually happy to oblige...unless he decides to chew on their in-progress puzzle, knock down their almost-finished block tower, or crawl away with one of their favorite toys in his mouth...all with a big grin on his face. So, the cries of "mommy, Ollie is causing trouble!" have already begun.

But, then, moments later, they are kissing his cheeks and whispering, "I just love you so much, Ollie!" Oh, my heart, how I love these three precious gifts. Happy eight months birth-iversary, Oliver Matthias. We love you to the moon and back.