8 Months

Gus is 8 months old today. He is still a dream baby. Which of course makes me want to have another...baby fever already.

He still wears 3-6 month pants. I did however change out the rest of his clothes to 6 - 12 month stuff. He is a peanut with two tails. His hair. He already needs it cut. But, I refuse.

He grabs at absolutely everything within arms reach. He smiles at everything and everyone and has the greatest belly giggle ever.

He's just barely sitting up and often topples over. He has the greatest time jumping in the bouncer.

The older two adore him...and smother him....and sit on him...then he grabs them and pulls their hair, which makes me laugh.

He is now eating toast and loves, loves, loves saltines. He eats whole bananas and even had some macaroni and cheese yesterday. When he sees food or his bottle he totally freaks. He starts shaking and breathing heavy. And it makes me laugh.

I love this age. They don't talk back. They smile at funny faces and make you feel warm and fuzzy.