Last month we were a bit apprehensive of the crawling stage, and now we're in the throws of it. Though he still just belly-crawls across the floor, he's becoming quite speedy! We're also in the throws of teething, still waiting for the first tooth to cut through. The belly-crawling coupled with the drooling means that Daddy calls August his little silkworm.
Now that August can move on his own, poor Barley is becoming increasingly nervous. He runs away whenever he sees August coming and looks at us with his sad puppy eyes. "It's moving now? Why?" Unless, of course, August is eating. Then they're best friends. August has started eating meat--chicken, even lamb--so Barley is beginning to warm up to him.
August's new favorite discovery is watching objects drop--from the bathtub, his bed, through railings--the higher the better. Let's just hope he doesn't decide to let himself drop. He's also fascinated with power cords. Daddy has dreams of him being an electrician like Grandpa.
Every month we think we couldn't possibly love our little dude more. I love that we keep proving ourselves wrong.
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Isn't it just crazy? It's only been nine months, and he's already more than a real person. How much fun is that? He is STILL a cutie!
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