It seems like I was
just writing my 7 month post about Mitchell and now here we are at 8
months. 8 MONTHS! I get a little choked up thinking about it. It’s all going so fast. He’s growing and changing so fast.
I’m caught between wanting to shout “Stop! Slow down!” and knowing that I need to
encourage and help him to learn more each day and not hold him back. I suppose that’s a feeling that most parents
can understand.
Mitch is doing
amazing! He’s big and strong and so
happy. He can still be extremely
reserved, especially in new environments, but he usually warms up fairly
quickly. Once he’s comfortable – look
out! He’s a man on the move and
everything is fascinating to him. He
loves anything with a cord or string. I
was sitting on the ground playing with him and talking on the phone with
someone and Mitch was playing. He was
surrounded by toys, but he kept himself entertained by playing with the
drawstring on my pajamas. And the
old-school toy phone that we had for Evie that she never really liked – he
loves it because it has a string he can chew.
He loves pureed baby food, especially the veggies to my delight. We’ve given him some puffs and a few pieces
of rice and he’s interested in them, but not much makes it into his stomach. He’s still working on the fine motor skills
needed to pick up the tiny pieces of food and put it into his mouth. He’s pulling up on everything. Our boy loves to
stand and we’re fairly certain it won’t be long until he’s walking. He’s so curious about everything and he often
gets himself into trouble. He had pulled
stuff down on himself, bonked his head and fall down a few times. But he gets right back up and does it
again. Mitchell has started babbling
more and more. He loves it when we ‘talk’
back to him and he can mimic a couple of sounds (da, ba, ma). I think he’s starting to use language to get
our attention when he wants us. Most of
the time, he will just whine and cry if he wants to be picked up, but the other
day he was in the pack’n play in our room while I was helping Evie get dressed
after her bath. He was not happy to be
in there and he kept screeching and crying and then I heard “Ma!” a few
times. I figured it was my imagination,
but then Evie said “Mama! Mitchell just
said ‘mama’!” Smart boy!
And speaking of
Evie, no post about Mitchell would be complete without mentioning how much he
is adored by his big sister. She has
continually amazed us with how good she is with and to him. She speaks so sweetly to him, saying things
like “How are you big boy?” or “Look at you Mitchell-Man”. She will rush over to him when he’s crying to
croon “You are my sunshine” and softly stroke his head. She never forgets to include him, and
although she can get frustrated as his obviously lack of understanding
sometimes, she has displayed a great amount of patience for someone her
age. Little bro loves his big sister
just as much. He follows her around the
house, is always in her business and constantly smiles at her. I pray that they share this bond forever.
8 months is proving
to be a wonderful age. Our amazing
little boy makes us smile everyday. And
while we wish he would learn to sleep a little more soundly at night, I tell
myself to cherish even that time.
Children grow so fast and soon enough, he won’t need me to rock him to
back to sleep. So while being awake at
3am night after night isn’t ideal, it’s not forever either. The last 8 months passed by in a blink and so
will the next. So I’m grateful to have
the time to snuggle my baby boy, just me and him.
Happy 8 months Baby
Boy!
