I have an 8 month old son. Really? Yes. He's 8 months old. WOW. So much has happened the last month, it's amazing how much this little baby has grown into a little boy. And he's only 8 months. ONLY. Funny how one minute he seem so grown up, but the next he is just my precious little baby boy.
From 7-8 months, the following changes have taken place:
Hudson got his first cold, that turned into his first ear infection. Not fun.
He figured out how to pull himself into the standing position; and now he does it ALL THE TIME.
He got his first case of the hives - haven't figured out what caused them yet, but they stayed for just a few days.
Hudson climbed the stairs. Yes. Hudson climbed the stairs. By himself. See video in previous post.
He is a busy little guy, crawling everywhere, feeding himself, pulling his toys out of his toy box, playing with the remote, cell phone, and any other electronic device he can stick in his mouth.
We think he is teething, as he has been waking up at least once a night for the last week - with a shreaking whale.
He LOVES to make a fishy face - seen above. And he is playing with his voice, making all sorts of interesting noises. One of which is screaming. We hope that phase doesn't last.
Hudson has recently become much more of a mama's boy. Only mom can put him back to sleep when he wakes up at night. Joy for mama. Hm. Hopefully he starts sleeping through the night again, for my sake.
We also got a visit from Grandma Rosdil this month! We went to the zoo, went for walks, and just had fun together. It was beautiful weather, and lots of fun!
Last night we got a sitter for the first time, and had gotten tickets to the Arcade Fire concert. We were both excited to see the band, and have a night out of the house. Once we arrived at the concert venue, about 25 minutes away from home, i get a call from the sitter. Hudson is screaming in the background. He has woken up, and she can't get him to calm down. We ask her to try soothing him for a few minutes, then check back. She calls 7 minutes later, and he is still screaming. Loud. We wait another 10 minutes to see if he will calm down (the band is getting ready to go on), and when I call to see if he's calming down, I can't hear her talking over his screams. So, we do what any good parent would do. We go home. Though disappointed, I really couldn't wait to get home to comfort my baby boy. And of course, it wasn't hard once he was in my arms. Within seconds he was smiling, putting his head on my shoulder, and getting ready to fall asleep. We said thank you to our awesome sitter (who will hopefully sit for us again in the future!), and put our little boy to bed. All by 9:45pm. I'm sure the concert was in full swing by then, but we'll have to wait until next time to hear them live.