Who Me?

"What's that you say?  I'm eight months old now?  Surely you jest!  I feel like such a spring chicken!"

(Josh and I do have lots of fun talking for Walt.  He really has quite the sense of humor -- it's much like ours.  Strange . . .)

So, the kiddo is eight months old today and his official eight-month picture is now in the birthday album.  It's pretty sweet.  As you can see from the picture above, Walt is now a little more tolerant of spending time on his tummy and has even started sleeping that way pretty regularly.  He rolled from his back to his front for the first time this month.  He did it while he was in his crib supposedly going to sleep for the night.  I think it must have scared him because he screamed bloody murder and we had to go rescue him.  Since then, though, he usually manages quite well on his own.

Still nothing to report on the crawling front.  Sometimes he looks like he might want to crawl in order to retrieve a toy that is beyond his reach, but usually he just decides to settle for something a little closer.  (We're hoping this is not a pattern he will follow throughout life.)  If Mommy has been so cruel as to move all the toys out of reach, Walt will usually just wait for Evie to come by and will reach out and grab a fistful of her skin.  She has been amazingly tolerant . . . so far.  She still seems more than a little irritated by him, though.  The Cheerios are coming soon, Evie, I promise!

One quirk he has picked up this month is the tendency to grab stuff (his brush, my grocery list, etc.) and hold on for dear life.  It's not unusual for him to hold on to something without ever putting it down for a couple of hours.  And heaven help you if you try to take it away from him -- oh, the shrieking!  I was dropping him off at the church nursery this week and he managed to grab the little "claim check" you're supposed to keep so that they know the baby you're picking up later is actually yours.  I thought briefly about trying to take it away from him in order to preserve their security system.  However, since they do know me (and that I'm Walt's mom), I decided to let him keep it and maintain his good reputation in the nursery.  (They did give him back.)

So, all in all, we're just trucking right along over here in babyland.  I don't think either Josh or I could have ever imagined how wonderful being Walt's parents would be.  When he smiles at us, or gives us one of his famous Walty kisses,  we just can't fathom being any happier.