I love that I’m keeping this blog as a record for my baby’s development but I do with I’d keep it up more. Maybe I should tell more people about it so that I’d actually have the motivation to write more!
Anyways, getting right to it. My sweet, sweet, baby boy. How much he has touched everyone he meets. I swear I can’t bring him anywhere without someone saying how precious he is. I’m sure most babies get it still feels good when people say it about my baby. I’m so proud of him already. Remember in his 6 or 7 month post I was saying how I was a bit worried about him?! Nonsense! This past month has been the most in terms of changes that I’ve experienced thus far with him. I remember not too long ago, maybe the first weekish of December is when he started babbling. It was music to my ears. Granted it was about 3am but I couldn’t have been more proud. His first babbling word was “mama” quickly followed by “nana”, “baba”, and of course his hero, “dada”. The only one that has really stuck and he repeats day in and day out is “dada”. We realize he has no reference to what he’s saying but it’s still fun to hear him speak. He has also started to get up on his hind legs and move his little tuchy to try and crawl. He doesn’t quite have it down and mama is just fine with that. The more time I can get without him being mobile the better in my humble opinion. Emmett has also developed quite the attitude. He realizes that when he’s playing with something and you don’t want him to play with it that he wants it! Try and take it away from him and he bundles up his fists and turns bright red and bursts out in a loud and angry scream. Fun. He also continues to have his infectious smile. He still smiles and just about everyone who smiles at him but is starting to become aware of who people are. He almost always smiles as soon as me or his papa walk into a room. He also smiles at family and friends who we see frequently. He isn’t as willing to smile at strangers as he once was though. Even though he doesn’t smile at strangers like he used to, he still goes to anyone. The one and only time I’ve ever seen him not want to go to a stranger is when we were out with my family and cousins on Boxing Day, the English Holiday, the day after Christmas. We were at the pub with a bunch of people and a few we didn’t know (my cousins husband’s friends). Emmett was being passed around the table like he usually is and when he caught a glimpse of one of the guys he didn’t know, he stared at him and then burst into tears. It was really odd and we figured it was because maybe we all laughed or cheered or something at that moment. It had to have been a coincidence. That’s what we thought anyways until he did it AGAIN and AGAIN. But that is the only time I’ve ever seen him cry at anyone. Let’s hope it was a fluke? We made the “stranger” hold Emmett and eventually we figured he was just tired. Emmett did fine with him for a while then just got cranky and wanted to fall asleep.
As much as Emmett loves to babble these nonsense words, he also LOVES blowing raspberries. Again, when he turned 6 months and wasn’t blowing raspberries, I thought there might be something wrong with him. Turns out he was just more towards the middle of developing this funny little noise rather than towards the beginning. Now he can’t stop and I’ve been trying to teach him “kiss” which is a rather gross surprise when he’s just been blowing raspberries for the past 5 minutes than gives you a disgusting slobbery kiss at the end. Well, let’s be honest, it’s not a kiss in the traditional since but more like a bob into your face.
Emmett also LOVES to eat. Surprise surprise. Do you know who his parents are!?
He actually still has that same type of reaction where he gives us a really nasty looking face when he tries something for the first time. This reaction will happen whether he’s had that food several times or for the first time ever. He does eat any fruit or veggie we give him though. I tired the whole baby led weaning thing this month again but I just don’t think my baby is cut out for it. It makes me nervous and rather than gagging, which is what babies are supposed to do, he downright chokes. Call me crazy, but I don’t think this is a normal reaction. I have watched babies his age take right to baby led weaning. I watch them pick up things like broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, etc., and put them into their chubby little cheeks and chew. Emmett on the other hand, takes the entire piece of food, puts it in his mouth and tries to swallow! I’m just not that comfortable with him doing something like that. So, I stick to small chunks of cut of food so that I know if he does “choke” at least he can get it down!
Sleep….Ah, this has been a bit of a challenge this month. Remember when I was bragging about my boy who at 6-8 weeks was sleeping consistently 6-8 hours a night then at 3 months was sleeping about 10-12 hours at a time? I’m really not sure what we did wrong but before we knew it we had 7.5 month old who was waking up 7 times a night. What!? It got so bad that when I would use my last resort, feeding him, that didn’t even work! When he was about 5 months old I couldn’t go in anymore to put the paci in his mouth because he smelled me and expected me to feed him. This last month I’d go in and pick him up and he’d fall asleep in my arms. He didn’t want to eat. He wanted to be held by a warm person and rocked to sleep and held the rest of the night. Sometimes we’d do this 4 times before giving up and I’d feed him. I think when I fed him, he would be milk drunk and that’s the reason he would go back to sleep. Anyways, he started figuring us out. If he cried, we’d come and get him. The final straw was when we went to the mountains with some friends in mid December. The kid woke up about 8 or 9 times one night and because we were not only sharing a room with him but also a house with 4 other people, we couldn’t, out of good conscience, let him “cry it out”. So we gave in to him time and time again. It’s odd, we were never tired the next day but I swear in the moment, you really want to rip the kids arms out. Finally I turned to Chad and said “tomorrow night when we get home we are letting him CRY. I don’t care how long he cries but we are not giving in!!”. Chad readily agreed. The next night Emmett did wake up right on queue. We didn’t budge. The crying when on for a little over an hour that night and eventually he cried himself to sleep. The next night was considerably less time crying. It finally worked and we have basically sleep trained our 8 month old. Let’s just hope this time it lasts.
Emmett is also huge into playing now. My how he loves to play. He love other kids, he loves toys, he loves books, he loves bath time, he loves diaper changes, he pretty much loves anything as long as you are talking to him. He can keep himself busy for up to an hour in his exersaucer too which has changed my life. Not only is it great when he takes 2 hour naps, he also now knows how to entertain himself when he is awake.
I’m not sure how it can get much better than this. I know that everyone had told me that months 6-8 were the best. I really hope I haven’t hit my favorite time yet though. I hope it just gets better and better. Every month I think to myself “this has been my favorite age” and then the next month it gets better. I can’t for the life of me understand why anyone wouldn’t want to have kids. This baby has only enhanced every single thing about my life. He is my buddy and we go everywhere together and do everything together. Sometimes I even think I’ll MISS running with him when he outgrows the baby jogger! I even start missing him when he naps for too long! Is that normal!? The days that felt like they would never end are now distant memories. The days now go way to quickly. Sometimes I sit with my baby in my arms and wish so badly that time would stop. It makes me sick to my stomach that the hour glass known as time keeps ticking forward and that we can never get a single moment in time back. Having a baby has really changed the way I see life. It is so precious. Remember to always count your blessings and never waste a single moment because that moment you will never get back.
To my baby boy, I am so in love with you it sometimes hurts. I can’t believe you are already 8 months old. You have become my everything and the reason to wake up and make the most out of my days. You are my little angle. It is true what everyone says, you are growing up way too quickly and are far too independent for the likes of me. This is probably a good thing though as you seem to have no fear of anything and it’s so much fun to see how curious you are with just about everything around you. I hope in this new year to give you more experience than we ever thought possible. Happy 8 months baby buddy!