Today Charlie is 8 months! I can't believe it. He is getting so big and tall... and feisty. I have been trying to ween him off of breast milk, one because it just doesn't ever seem to be enough for him and two, I could use a little freedom. But he is refusing. I spent the first half of his life (thus far) praying he would be a good nurser, and now I can't get him to stop.
Enough about me. Lets talk about 'the pants.'
Lately his favorites are:
Favorite book: Goodnight Gorilla
Favorite songs: Row row row your boat, Itsy Bitsy Spider, Old McDonald
Favorite Toys: Basketball Hoop from Grammie, Earth Girl from Grandpa Shawn and Grandma Melinda, and the laundry basket.
We haven't weighed him lately or measured him, but he is out growing all of his clothes (again). Oh, and he has six teeth! It is incisor city in Charlie's mouth. He is slowly trying to crawl, but mostly he wants Matt and I to hold him in a standing position all hours of the day.
