By the numbers: Eight

"Say eight!  Say eight!"  

(a little something for you Brian Regan fans)

(he sees the humor in that, I promise.)

Eight

Eight beautiful blessed miraculously marvelous months. 

Love.

One brand new little tooth last week.

(also do you see those eyelashes?!)

That tooth makes him clench his jaw like this:  

And then I die from the cuteness.

And then he does this:

And this:

And I die again.

Almost Four amazing minutes as he sat by himself.

That's about three and a half minutes longer than he could do it last week.  Yay!

Even recovering from this little off balance moment without falling. 

He was so pleased with himself.

Ten deliciously perfect toes, five of which are frequently in his mouth. 

Two beautiful eyes

15.6 pounds of sweetness and joy....

....and a little bit of fakey crying cranky boy when things don't go exactly as he hopes.  

  Which causes all seven siblings to spring instantly to action.  

Think this kid knows that everyone is wrapped around his finger? 

Yep.  It's a crowded finger.