Blake

Blake- Month 8

By Andria ⋅ July 7, 2008 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

Dear Blake,

Today you turned 8 months old. How can it be?! 2/3 of the way through your first year… it’s flying by so fast. In the past month, you have grown by leaps and bounds. 22.5 lbs, and 27.5 inches. My chunk of love. When I look at you, I see a little person now. No longer an infant, but an individual intent on figuring everything out. You rock my world, little man.

Mobility took on a new meaning this past month. You went from scooting to crawling, and can get pretty much wherever you want, and fast. Your new favorite thing is to pull yourself up on tables, drawers, and chairs and then- you let go. Teetering precariously on your little feet, you finally fall on your rump. Determined, you repeat this exercise over and over. Your legs are seeming to strengthen, and I am sure you will be walking soon. Then, the real fun begins.

You have started feeding yourself, and I now can eat a meal in peace, while you sit nearby. While I have been waiting for this, I realized that the juggle act I had to perform before kept my eating at a minimum. If I start gaining weight, it’s all your fault. Got it? You love all foods, and love to steal from our plates. When I had a pickle on my plate one day, I didn’t take it from you when you grabbed it. Curious, I wanted to see how you would react to the sour taste. You wrinkled your nose on the first taste, and then kept on sucking away.

You are babbling a lot now, and say “mmmm” “dada” and call Capone “daw”. Ailane gets a “yane” sound. Your Granddaddy wants his name to be next, and we want his money, so try to appease him soon, okay? Cause, college is expensive and all, you know…

You went on your first plane ride this past month, and we were “those people” with the screaming baby. You wouldn’t nurse, because you apparently believe in “show mommy’s boob” to all, and didn’t want to be covered by a blanket. On the return home, I ended up just plopping my breast out, and covered it as much as I could with my hand. I ended up having a long conversation with the flight attendant, who was excited to have a breastfeeding mother and baby on board. It’s funny how people have no hesitations in approaching you and starting up conversations when a baby is involved. It seems like the walls go down, and anything goes.

You loved Disney World and Universal Studios- especially Seussland. Daddy and I got a kick out of the way you giggled on the rides, not scared in the least. You hung on, and laughed at the sounds, colors, and dizzying rides. However, this doesn’t extend to your carseat. It’s taken on hellatious proportions lately. As soon as you catch sight of the seat, you tense your body, lock your knees, and let how a howling scream. YOU. HATE. THE CARSEAT. And, you let us know. The ENTIRE ride. I’m beginning to wonder if you and Daddy are in cahoots- because I have reached the point where I don’t want to go anywhere, in order to keep the demons at bay. And, no shopping, equals money saved. Silly men- don’t you realize that there is internet shopping?!

Happy 2/3 of a year, my little man.

Love always,

Mama