Our little man turned 8 months old on Sunday! At 23 pounds, Will's having a hard time getting himself off the floor to crawl, but he gets around by simply rolling (I'll have to get video of it). That goes for pulling himself up, too. Anything that has to do with supporting his weight he's a wee bit behind on. But he's advanced on a few things! Eating for one, proven by the box of raisins he dug up under the couch that he devoured (I got to him when he had a mouthful, tipped him upside down and frantically started smacking his back and he just laughed and continued to chew them up) and the lilies he ate when Dave and I left him sitting in the backyard within reach of our flowers (quick google search calmed any fears that lilies are poisonous). He has six teeth and two more are breaking through right now. He's in size 18-24 months clothes and it's just bizarre to see him sitting there in an outfit Jake was running around in just a year ago! He's got a nice crop of hair now that's dark blonde and he has beautiful hazel eyes that I think are going to stick as hazel and not turn true brown. He loves music, dogs, and has the best, deepest belly laugh when he's tickled. He's also quite the ladies man. When we drop Jake off at preschool all the little three-year-old girls come running to pet him and coo at him, and he LOVES it. Yes, it makes me a bit nervous but we just keep their grimy little hands off his face and purell those thighs when we get back to the car.
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