Jacob, our little eight month old whirlwind!
Crawling, standing, climbing and cruising about in his walker.
Loving every meal and is quite keen on the ol’ bowl of custard.
Splashing in the bath and loving it when he drenches whoever is with him.
Sleeping through the night like a trooper, except in a tent of course.
Cutting down from three sleeps to two during the day.
Loves holding his own bottle, in his own tight fist clenched way.
Head wobbles and claps when someone sings him a song.
Drops his bottom lip like a pro when he hears the word “No.”
Loves seeing his siblings after their day at school. You wouldn’t be able to wipe that smile off his face, even if you tried.
You make our life busier, but so much fuller.
Four more months and you will be one.