Is it really already November? Because, I’m pretty sure the last time I checked it was the summer and now it’s snowing and winter-y and the holidays are just around the corner and, seriously, it’s November. Which means my baby is 8 months old. EIGHT!
Max is still growing like a weed and shows no signs of stopping. After a slow start with solids, he seems to have discovered that food is good. Even so, he only eats two solid meals a day and gets the majority of his calories from breastfeeding. Even with his THREE teeth (!), breastfeeding is still going really well. His third tooth (first on the top, after two on the bottom) finally broke through last week. I think the second top tooth will cut within the week.
His size still surprises me. He’s outgrown many 6 – 12 months size pants already, which I love, but is a totally foreign concept to me as my babies have never been big.
After, literally three months of scooting and army-style crawling, Max is finally crawling for real on all fours. It’s so cute and just crazy to see him moving like he does. It makes him seem so old. He’s also working his arm muscles by pulling up on everything possible – my legs, the coffee table, the dresser, you name it.
Last week we also hit a few Halloween parties and went trick-or-treating in our village. Max was a great sport and was a very intimidating Big Bad Wolf to his big sister’s Little Red Riding Hood.
All the demands of being a wolf on the prowl wore him out, though, and he passed out in the sling.
I feel like Max is on the cusp of so many cool things – for example, he’s starting clapping and I swear he rocks and “dances” to music – but I would love to freeze him in time right now. (He has also waves, but refuses to do it on command. Apparently he’s not a performer.) He’s just so darn sweet and lovable. He breaks into his big, gummy, dimple-y grin for anyone who talks to him and generally makes my day brighter just by being around.
I feel like he’s the gift I didn’t know I needed, a blessing I didn’t wish for or deserve. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
The feeling is mutual, kid.
Max at Eight Months Old
- Weight: 22.5 pounds
- Length: 29 inches
- New Trick: CRAWLING!, pulling up to his knees, clapping,
- Big Adventures: a two week visit from grandma, trip to Rothenburg and Garmisch, first Halloween
Poor thing is looking a little uncomfortable in this month’s laundry basket picture.
Max at Seven Months.