Friday's Letters

Trying a new link-up today...

 

Dear Virus That Just Won't Quit: You are a jerk and I hate you. You've completely derailed my life for the past week and a half, when I had some fun family time planned and had to cancel all of it. Not only that, you cost me $$$ since I was misdiagnosed with allergies (ALLERGIES?!?!?) and paid for both an office visit and prescription I didn't need. So, you suck. Big time.

Dear Karma: Hit me up with some good news this afternoon. You KNOW what I'm talking about. 'K, thanks!

Dear Justin: Just because you turned eight months old this week doesn't mean you need to do a mad dash for all the milestones that come with it. This near-crawling thing when I walked into the room yesterday nearly had me in tears.

Dear Cleveland Indians: Seriously? Getting swept at home by those nasty Tigers when you needed to AT LEAST split the series? I mean, REALLY??? Even the Browns managed to win their first preseason game.

Dear Ohio Weather: Loving this fall preview. My grass has never been this green in August. Remember this and repeat for next year.

Dear Poor, Neglected Toes: Just chill. You'll be pampered next week. Scout's honor.

Dear Three Sons O' Mine: Let's have more times like this. Less whining, more smiling. And, go.

 

Eight Months Old

Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but...

 ...have you seen my baby?




Yeah, me neither.

Okay, so maybe that was just a touch melodramatic. But for reals, it does seem a bit like I'm losing out on Justin's babiness pretty quickly. He's still wonderfully squishy and cuddly, but his face is losing the infant look, and he's hellbent on becoming mobile.

At eight months, Justin:

--is probably 20 lbs. No weight check for a few more weeks, so it's still guesswork.
--fits a little too snuggly into his 9-month clothes.
--has been backing off on his bottles as he decides he likes the taste of real food so much better.
--gums on mum-mums, but still has trouble with puffs. We keep trying.

--has three teeth! His first on top pushed through a few weeks back, and he's working on Number 4, that upper's neighbor.
--is THISCLOSE to mastering unsupported sitting. I can actually leave his side now while he's upright, but there's still a pillow behind him just in case.
--has been trying to shake some congestion since last week, so not a lot of smiling in this month's pics. He's coughy and phlegmy, but in true Justin form, it hasn't really affected his mood.
--isn't crawling quite yet, but desperately wants to be more mobile than he is. Apparently he has places to go and people to see.

--has expanded his vocabulary with the repetitive "deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh..."
--has been more into his toys lately. He LOVES the baby piano we bought when Nolan was little. He seriously bangs on those keys like he's a tiny Liberace.
--constantly does that happy, excited baby thing where it looks like he's gripping the handle bars of a motorcycle. LOVE IT.
--can't pick an eye color. I know they won't be blue, but maybe hazel? brown? green?

--makes us all smile and giggle daily.

Check out how he compares to Aiden and Nolan at eight months. :)

Poor, neglected blog :(

{SIGH}

I hate when I neglect my blog. It's always in the back of my mind that I haven't posted anything in nearly 3 weeks. And it's not like I don't have stuff to write about or otherwise document (because I do, and I will). It's just that other stuff is more important right now.

So, I'm gonna hit you up with the beautiful family photos I recently received from my fabulous photog sister. When you look at that these, be mindful that a) it was 93 degrees with about 100% humidity at 7 PM when we started, and b) my kids were NOT in the mood.

I still think they turned out beautiful :)