How does this keep happening? I feel like he was just seven months old yesterday...and the day before that was six months. And didn't we just bring him home from the hospital a couple weeks ago? It seems no matter how hard a girl tries, time keeps a-movin'.
Now somehow we have a little one that I feel like is almost more toddler than baby. He crawls and plays and dances to music and investigates every. little. thing. Each day he is able to do something that he couldn't the day before. It is pretty freakin' amazing to watch. Even though now he has learned that crying=adult attention and uses it to full advantage...and every diaper change turns into a wrestling match. Also, a little personality is emerging: sweet and sensitive, silly and playful.
Weston we love you so. You are our favorite thing about waking up every morning and coming home at night. Happy eight months precious boy!
I'm not sure if I should scream at the fact that he is so cute, or the fact that he is growing way too fast!
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