Panic-mode

C is 8 months today. That means several things...

1. My baby is becoming less of a baby and more of a little man

2. Walking is becoming getting freakishly close to happening

3. His first birthday is 4 months away

Let me tell you a little more about number 2. The kid just wants to walk all day. We hold his hands and walk laps around the house while he smiles and giggles at Milo (yes, he's still here if anyway was wanting to take him). He wants to stand up at everything: the ottoman, the couch, his toy bin, chairs, ME whatever. He's still pretty wobbly but I foresee an early walker. Of course when he starts I think there will be minimal walking and more running. He doesn't stop unless he's sleeping (PTL the kids likes his sleep).

I'll tell you one thing: he gets more awesome every day. I love LOVE hanging out with him everyday. He wears me the h out, yes. But oh, that smile. And his laugh. And how he talks about "dada" all gd day. I don't even care (false, I care very much) that he's saying "dada" I just love to hear his voice (again, that's a lie. I'm very bitter that mama has yet to be uttered. But I mean it's understandable. B did carry him for 9 months in his womb while his stomach stretched to ungodly lengths and hit feet swelled to sizes that should be illegal. And then he pushed all 8 pounds 6 ounces out....NO HE DIDN'T. HE DIDN'T DO ANY OF THOSE THINGS. I DID. MAMA DID. And it's like salt in the wounds when I look C in the eyes and say "say, hi mama!" and he looks me back in my eyes and says "hi dada" and then I swear...) Anyway, he really does rock. And he happens to be the cutest boy like, ever. In case you didn't know. Just take a look at these never-before-seen photos:

IKNOW. Are you dying?The tail from his halloween costume. Yeah I don't know...The kid LOVES to swing. Winter will be a sad time for all...This is C's new lady-friend. She doesn't talk much which is what he loves most about her.