I can't believe that little man is already 8 months old...though it also feels like he's been a part of our family forever. It's strange how babies are placed into your family and somehow just fit. Charlotte is constantly trying to get me to put Milo ("Milo-boo") down so that she can make him smile or laugh, and all that Maya has to do is cross his field of vision and he is cracking up. Of course I am still his favorite person EVER and if I walk away his little brain must go crazy because he either cries as if in pain, frantically belly-crawls toward me, or (most likely) both. Once he is in my arms I am rewarded with a hug and sometimes a bite on my shoulder (we're working on that...he gets a little too excited!). This phase of not being able to put him down is exhausting, but I know that it will pass all too quickly so I am trying my best to enjoy it.
Don't let the pictures below fool you ~ he was happy for approximately 2.6 minutes before deciding I was much more interesting than the water or grass :) But, it does give me hope that he'll enjoy being outside this summer!
|Charlotte: Mom! Milo's standing! Milo's standing up! Good job Milo! Mom look at Milo standing! Milo-boo you're doing a good job standing!|
(I put him there for the photo op ;))