Dear C –
Happy 8th month baby boy. I honestly can’t believe we are almost three quarters of the way through your first year. It has gone so FAST. Faster than I could have ever imagined. It seems like only yesterday I was looking at your sweet baby face looking right back at me for the first time. It was as though you were saying “so you’re the voice I’ve been hearing all this time”. Well over the course of eight months you have developed your voice. You babble, you squeal, you giggle. You have just started saying “mum mum”…in the cutest softest little voice I have ever heard. Your cheeks just beg for kissing when you say it. You have gotten two teeth and your first ear infection. You have learned to sit up and have gotten frustrated because you can’t crawl (though you are nearly there). You sleep all night, but hate to miss a moment during the day. You are opinionated and loving. You give the best good night kisses and the sweetest little hugs. You like music and you love to be in constant motion. You like to see the world. You laugh at the dog and lovingly try to strangle the cats and you have developed quite a good splash in the bathtub.
There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t wish I could stop time and all the while I can’t wait to watch you grow. I love tucking you in every night and waking up with you every morning. And I never really have minded the late night wake up calls. It just gives us that much more time to snuggle. The snuggling days will pass all too soon. I love the way you put your hand on my cheek and lean in for a kiss. I love the way that you head butt anything you want to snuggle with and the way that you predictably giggle every time I kiss your chin. I am beyond thankful, each and every day, that I have been blessed with the task of being your momma.