I remember liking 4 months because I finally felt like the baby was my baby. Is that a problem that it took that long? He started smiling because he was happy and you could start to see his own little personality coming out. In Brooks' 4 month we spent most of our time in and out of a half-decorated condo while dad was starting the new job in Savannah. We missed him so much so we ate out lunch everyday and took two walks around our pretty neighborhood in the baby Bjourn. We both love September in Atlanta and we just had a blast getting to know eachother and keeping each other company.
Well, 5 months comes and the worm just starts rolling all over the house like that what was he was born to do. The first time he did this was in his crib and then just like he should do - he made us wait a few weeks before showing us his trick again. He is not a puppet he says. In October we enjoyed getting to know our new town by once again walking the neighborhood over and over and - aha! - eating lunch out! (We can have a budgeting discussion later.)
Oh and then came 6. Brooks hit all the high marks at his 6 month appointment. He is better than 90% of the kids out there in his weight and his height. JUST KIDDING! I don't understand those percentiles and personally hate that right out of the womb the world starts slapping my baby with numbers to live up to! I want him to succeed and all but couldn't we give the boy a chance to recover from the traumatic trip through the birth canal he just took? Anyway, just as the holidays were gearing up for some good Southern eating - so was our boy! He started with mama's mashed sweet tatoes and bananas and from the moment the spoon hit his tongue he has been a believer! Over thanksgiving he impressed his south Georgia grandparents and the rest of Plains, GA with his sitting capabilities. He kinda reminded me of humpty dumpty just sitting and waiting to be fed but he was sitting and that was all that mattered. At the time, I thought 6 months was the most adorable of all months. We must have been baby happy this month with all of Brooks' cuteness so the stork (because that is how it happens) plopped a sign on our door telling us there would be another one of these things next year. We were too in to Brooks to really care at the moment.
But then came 7. At the beginning of our boys 7th month of life he told us that he wanted to enlist in the reserves by age 4. Immediately he put his heart and soul into learning the most amazing army-crawl technique our troops may have ever seen. He uses one arm so the other is free for the grabbing of any lose object in his path - carpet fuzz, leftover Cheetos, computer chord, dirty sock, stray bullet....you name it - he can find an entertaining way to get to it and stick it right where it belongs in his mouth! This month we really got to see in to a little of Brooks' laid back demeanor. He is his daddy in this way to the fullest. We travelled with him 3 of 4 weekends, kept him out way passed his bed time at night and pretty much made him freeze at night until we figured out how cold his room was...all of that and not one complaint or whimper just a big ole toothless grin. He is just happy to be included in our little family adventures.
And as I've said before, Brooks ate his way into his 8th month. We discovered this month he likes lemons, pickles, and cucumbers. He likes to lean back in his high chair at a restaurant, get comfy, and just wait for the spoon to stuff him. This boys knows how to eat and will never say no to a swallow at something. I started cutting back on his milk intake this month because I realized he would drink a gallon ever other day if we let him. Buy the kid a cow for his birthday please! Whether he is hungry or not - he will eat and drink and maybe come up for air once. Fortunately, his one arm-army crawl has hit records of speed so he is sort of balancing out his calorie consumption. This month he pulls up on anything, loves to stand on his own, claps his hands if I say "clap, clap, clap", he makes the funniest squeals to get our attention or especially the attention of a toddler little girl, he notices everyone and follows them as they enter and leave a room, he sleeps like a champ, buries his nose in my chest when he is tired, flips over before you can start to get a diaper on him, crosses his legs at the ankles as soon as he falls asleep, giggles at Amos, sucks on his toes when he can get them over his belly, loves naked play time with dad before bath time, drinks margaritas, and says da-dy though he isn't sure yet what that will do for him. Of course Brad hears this and comes scooping him up with kisses galore. I love our 8 month old and I am sure that this will be the best month yet....until 9. And yes, he put his whole mouth on his dad's margarita glass last week and moved every body part he could to try to get himself in that drink. T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
He even has started to help
Maybe I should get up and help, too??? Grrrrrrrr.....I have been dreading the moment I actually aknowledge that we have to pack this house up (twice) in the next few months before we actually get settled. Luckily my husband is amazing and loves having a project so he started last week while we were gone. Funny, he says he gets more done when I am sleeping or away???? Complain much? Not me!
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