Eight months.

Well. It has been a ridiculously long time since I posted. Being a working mom is hard. And time consuming. And I so wanted to write just a little something every day so I would have a record of his first year, like Anne Lamott's book Operating instructions. And I even have stuff I want to write, but then I forget or run out of time. I guess Facebook will have to be my official record. 

So S is EIGHT months old! I cannot believe it. He is the happiest baby on the planet. He smiles and laughs and squeals with delight. His bottom two front teeth are halfway in and the top two are starting to poke through. He is crawling like crazy and pulling up to standing and climbing on everything he can. Diaper changes are a nightmare; it's like trying to put a diaper on an eel. An eel crossed with a hyperactive monkey.

We are still cosleeping. Not sure when that is going to change. Still nursing, too, though he loves his solid foods and eats with gusto. He's my little man and we are totally in love with him.