It *really* doesn’t seem possible, but you are 8 months
already, Little Fella! Your Mama forgot (oops!) to blog about your 7 month old
self (2nd kid problems!), so here’s the really fast recap ;) You are chewing on your feet alllllll
the time…and I do mean ALL the time. When you and Sissy go to bed, you
“chatter” with each other and melt your Mama’s heart. Don’t tell, but sometimes
we stand in the closet just to listen to the two of you! (Clarification: There
is a closet that connects the nursery to our room, so it’s not as weird as it
sounds to stand in the closet when the babies go to bed.) Anyway, you are
getting chubbier BY THE DAY and I can’t get enough of your rolls!
Aaaaaand, yes, nearly all of your shorts are too long :)
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You are not highly motivated when it comes to
moving. In fact, Daddy thinks you’re a lazy baby! You do log-roll around the
living room, but you can also scoot backwards. We’re still waiting for the
forward motion…But there really is no hurry! Stay little.
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Separation anxiety is beginning! You “yell” (it’s
not a cry) when Mama gets too far away—and more than 3 feet is too far away, at
least according to you! Sissy usually runs to your rescue, which you don’t
always appreciate!
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You are not a snuggler, but you do like being in
the Ergo. I’ll miss these baby-wearin’ days…
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You recently discovered you can stick out your
tongue and make other people laugh. You’re quite the little flirt…I mean, those
blue eyes are irresistible!
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Oliver, you have the most adorable Mohawk. Your
hair is so fluffy and just stands.straight.up. Did I mention that I love it?!
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You have this whiny, “yelling” voice that you
use when Sissy gets too close to you. (Sometimes, she isn’t even THAT close.) I’m starting to think you have memories of all
the times she has (lovingly!) knocked you over! (You two really do play
together well, at least sometimes!)
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You’re so close to getting some more teeth. We
can practically see them, but they haven’t made it all the way through quite yet.
Soon, we hope!
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Sweet Oliver, you looooooove all food, except
for turkey pepperoni and enchiladas.
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You’re a pacifier boy and we put 2 in your crib
every night…because if you drop one, you’ll have a backup.
· We affectionately call you “Porky” and you’re
tipping the scale at 15 ½ pounds! Huge, right?! I’m sure someone will say
that’s not very big, BUT it is! You’re oodles bigger than Sissy was at this
age.
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You have a silly little laugh and we call it
your “Billy goat chuckle”. It’s this goofy sounding noise that you’ve been
making for a couple months and it is perfect ;)
Love always,
Mommy
