8 months

Liam is eight months old today!! He is, of course, an amazing and beautiful child. And so chompable! That belly!

His sleep is SLOOOOWLY improving, just in time for the 8-10 month sleep regression (oh, yes, I have read a bazillion baby sleep websites), teeth! and more teeth!, and separation anxiety setbacks. But we are on the right path, and I am happy to wake up and feed the little lamprey twice a night for a while yet, if it means I can get 3-4 hours of sleep in a row. He doesn't get super fussy--per se-- when he doesn't get enough sleep, but he is extremely bright and smiley when he does.

Since the naps are also starting to become more predictable and I no longer have class on Wednesday, I've been able to take him to a playgroup. The first time, he was stealing all the toys away from the other babies and then creeping away with 2 toys clutched in each hand, but this time there were a few more older babies and he had to contend with toys being taken away from him. He was just like, "huh? ummm, ok."

Mashed banana does make a great hair product.

I keep forgetting to bring in the video camera before he starts chomping and mashing. And because it is not so warm yet, we have designated a banana outfit instead of stripping him nude.

This t-shirt is from Uncle Kris and Aunt Stephanie, and it says 12 months, but I cannot imagine a 12 month old who would be able to fit in it! Because the bug is hiding it, I'll tell you that it is-- a picture of a button-down shirt with suspenders, glasses held together with tape, and a pocket protector. I don't know WHAT Kris and Stephanie are trying to tell us.

A view from the safely-lowered-all-the-way-to-the-bottom crib.

Jer and I went out to dinner last Saturday, and Liam approved of my fancy-pants shoes. The kid loves red and he loves shoes, so this was the best moment of his young life.