I sat with Evan on the porch yesturday afternoon. He had his little arms resting on my chest just observing the world around him. I just looked at him and tried to memorize him as he was... this sweet 8 1/2 month old boy of mine. He's growing up so fast. He learned to sit up early last month and now he's crawling all over the place. But oh... how I love him. I'm going to soak him in while I can still hold him in my arms.
I sometimes sing to him. And one day I noticed he sort of chimes in with me.
He's started feeding himself puffs and cheerios a while back. But I noticed for the first time that he has preferences. I don't know if it's the shape or the taste, but he tends to eat the Cheerios last.
On a tough note... Evan's got separation anxiety. He has such a hard time going down for naps. He just screams for us. I try not to endulge his clingyness, but my heart breaks to hear him so upset. I guess that's why it's called tough love... it's hard on the baby and on the mommy too.
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