8 Months

Brody is 8 Months old!

No stats this time, although we do have an update on the cross-eyed issue, which I talked about here.  Brody saw the Pediatric Opthamologist, who was very very nice, and said "Your baby is perfectly healthy!".  Which, of course, I believed all along.  I actually wasn't concerned about this issue at all because I believed in my heart that he wasn't cross eyed.  And the doc confirmed that to be true.  Yay!

Brody is one wiggle wiggle wiggle worm lately!  He is all over the place.  Seriously.  I can't keep this kid still for two seconds anymore.  Hence the lack of good pics in this post.  I am not even crazy about the official 8 Month photo above.  I may retake it, in fact.  It just doesn't do Brody justice.  But I have (so far) been taking all his monthly photos on his actual exact monthly birthday, so I hate to break that streak now, but just might have to anyway. 

Here are a couple other cute ones from that shoot, but they weren't the best for adding the text to his onesie...

Brody can crawl!  Sort of.  I kind of missed the exact start of this milestone actually.  It wasn't until my sister pointed  it out to me, that I even realized he was crawling.  Because he has been so good about getting himself up on all fours and attempting to take "steps" like that, that I have just been waiting for him to actually do that to consider it "crawling".  But Mary was over the other night and he was on the floor scooting himself around to get to all his toys and she said "He's crawling!".  I guess she's right.  He gets himself where he wants to go and can move across the floor all over the place, but it's more of a scoot/slither move.  He sorta Army crawls, I guess.  So, that counts.......right?  He still attempts to take crawling steps every day, but has only gone one "step" so far before rolling over or switching back to his scoot/slither.  Anyway, like I said though...he MOVES!  Never. Sits. Still.

This is what happens about two seconds after we smooth out the fabric
 and lay him down for his pics!

He has two new teeth!  The two top front teeth popped in a couple weeks ago.  He was such a trooper.  He went straight from being sick and having diarrhea into teething, so he had a rough week.  But other than some slight crabbiness and a wakening in the night a couple times, you hardly even noticed anything was happening in that cute little mouth!  :)  We gave him some Tylenol before bed a couple of nights, along with a teething strip, and that seemed to help him (at least I think it did...do you ever really know?).  Two nights he woke up crying at about 3 AM, but after some soothing, he was quickly back to sleep.

You can kinda see his top teeth in this pic.

I guess he's been doing this for a while now, but forgot to make note that he grabs for his pacifier on his own and knows how to put it in his mouth by himself.  It seems silly to even note this at 8 months, but I suppose that's a milestone to note, and I never did.  He inevitably will find his pacifier in the mornings after babbling in his crib for a while.  It's cute to go in there and see him grinning his giant grin at you behind the pacifier.

He knows how to say Dada!  Which you already saw on video in a past post.  

He is still a screamer!  LOVES to scream. And is SO loud. 
Where on earth do you think he learned to be such a loud baby??  Hmmm...

He's getting very good at eating finger foods!  This is a very recent milestone.  He actually hated them before.  Hated.  I was getting a little worried actually, because I thought he would never open up to eating them.  But, he did!  He eats his Gerber puffs, Little Crunchies, and Cheerios.  And sometimes bananas and itty bitty bites of anything soft we are eating.  He still also gets his 4 bottles a day and 2 meals a day.  I think I may need to cut down on the amount of pureed baby foods we give him at meal time now though, since we've added the finger foods.  The other night he actually vomited.  Not just baby spit up.  It was puke.  For realsies.  Gross.  Poor guy.  So, anyway, I think I may have just over fed him and his tummy was too full. 

B still does fantastic at daycare and Pam says he just LOVES to play with the other kids.  She even said she has to kind of coax him away for naps now, since he just has so much fun.  I love that.  I love that he loves the other kids so much.  I love that he is going to grow up learning how to play with others.  And that he will always have playmates to learn and grow with.  But I especially love that he is so loved over there.  Sure, I'm jealous of all the time Pam gets to share with my son.  But I know she loves him.  Dare I say, even almost as much as one of her own children??   Perhaps.  But loved, none the less.  And really...that is all I could ask for.  And it comforts me to know that.

Ok, enough about that.  What else?  Hmm.....

Oh!  Brody took his first "big boy" bath the other night. 

He loved it.  I didn't.  Gosh those babies are slippery little suckers!  I might even switch back over to his little bathtub for a while longer.  I just don't know if I trust myself to be able to bathe him fully AND keep my hand on him at all times so he doesn't tip over.  Who put me in charge anyway?  Oh wait, that would be God.  I guess he knows what he's doing, right?  Seriously though.  How on earth are you supposed to lather the soap while still trying to keep one hand on your baby?  He sits perfectly fine on his own.  So, it's not that.  It's just the paranoia of him toppling over when he kicks his legs to splash around and lunges forward to get a toy that floated away.  I'm not gonna lie...I should probably have BOTH hands on him at all times.  But how can you do that and still properly bathe a child?  I'm baffled.

Brody loves to be outside.  We go for lots of short walks and we sit outside on the patio a lot.  Brody also really loves sitting in the grass. He moves his feet around to feel the blades on his toes and he picks pieces of grass out with his hands. 

He went swimming for the first time the other weekend.  And he went to his first car show on Saturday night!



Playing with Auntie Rae in the pool!



One of B's favorite things to do!

Brody with daddy and Grandpa Wayne at the car show!

Three Generations in front of the "Green Machine".

I just love this picture!

In case you were wondering why it's called the "Green Machine"!!

And check out these next pics...as if you needed additional proof that Brody is Jeff's son!...

Brody's "annoyed" look at mommy.

Daddy's "annoyed" look at mommy.