8 whole months

Nixon, I feel like words don't do you justice.

When I look at you beautiful words comes to mind.

Precious. Heavenly. Happy. Beautiful. love. 

But even these don't feel like they do the job.

I adore you.

I am so happy you are my son. 

You are quite the wild one.

You are always go go go.

You have added momma for sure and na na to your vocabulary

You still eat like a champ.

You can now get down from when you pull up onto something which is so nice because now you don't cry for help.

You are getting your 2 top teeth in at the same time and needless to say, you are none too pleased.

You got sick a couple of weeks ago and you are now getting back to being yourself.

For over a week you wouldn't let me put you down. You slept so restlessly and you were miserable. I felt terrible I couldn't help.

I love seeing the "old you" come back ;)

You sleep 1/2 the night in your crib and the other 1/2 in my bed.

I'm totally cool with it and I would go as far as to say I love it.

I love you Nix.

Happy 8 months my love!