Will is eight months old and I'm having a hard time believing it. I remember the week after I had him my mom told me, "Just get through the first 3 months and then everything gets better." At the time since I hadn't slept in days (yes, just days... oh, how naive I was then) I thought, "Three MONTHS??" But she was right and sure enough the first 3 months FLEW by. I thought they seemed so fast because of sleep deprivation, but no, I've learned that with parenthood you just lose all sense of time. The busier Will gets, the busier I get, and the faster time goes.
Since Will is crawling and can get pretty much anywhere he wants now, I am extra busy. I spend most of my day making sure he can't reach any remote controls, phones, or electric cords, isn't sucking on a pair of shoes I accidentally left by the front door, isn't trying to squeeze past our kitchen chair blockade to get to our food shelves, isn't pulling the pile of folded laundry down off the couch, and (more often than you'd think) pulling him away from our wood furniture to stop him from chewing on it. He also likes to come up to me if I'm sitting on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table and A) walk along the couch and push his head against my legs until I lift them up for him to pass or B) walk along the table so he can try to suck on my toes.
Last week, my mom came and brought some of her toys over for Will to borrow (some of which I think were around when Brooke and I were little) and Will loves having a fresh batch of toys. His favorites are a chain of colorful links, a beaded teether toy, and this odd gold mirror/locket with a bunch of zodiac symbols (I think I picked it from a treasure box in one of my elementary school classes...?). Generally, he puts his toy of choice in his mouth (or at least one end of it), crawls to a different location, plays with it, chews on it, looks at it, puts it back in his mouth and goes somewhere else until he finds a better toy.
His favorite noise to make is a growl. He growls pretty much all day long. In fact, someone came up to me after church today (as I was pulling Will away from the wooden pew at the back *not a chew toy, Will*) and asked, "Is that the tiger I kept hearing?"
He also has MANY facial expressions, but his two favorites (and ours too, we still get a kick out of them) both involve scrunching up his nose, breathing loudly through his nose and either puckering his lips or giving a goofy smile (grimace?). SO funny.
He's got four teeth: his bottom front teeth and his top not front teeth but the ones next to them. I almost hope that his front teeth don't come for a few months. ("All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth" anyone?)
And did I mention he bear crawls on his hands and feet everywhere?
Sometimes I wonder how Taylor and I ended up with such a funny kid with so much personality.
