You are eight months old. Someone should tell your legs. Your 9 month onesies fit just fine, but your 9 month pants are a little short, and your 9 month pajamas are too small. I don't know how that all works, but you still add up to being a cute baby.
You had your first Thanksgiving, at which you ate mainly applesauce. You are funny when you eat. When you get excited, you flap your arms up and down. This is not conducive to getting food into your mouth. So far, you like most of what you've eaten, although sometimes it takes a few tries. You like sweet potatoes and applesauce and bananas and carrots. You just tried blueberry puree for the first time and made horrible faces, so we'll see if you end up liking that or not. I do think that part of your hand waving is about wanting to feed yourself, so it might be time to get the tray out for the high chair and the shower curtain for the rug.
It was Grandpa Lam's 77th birthday the day before Thanksgiving. It is easy to be thankful for Grandpa, and for all of your grandparents. They love you very much, and Grandma and Grandpa Lam take such good care of you. I am always grateful for that.
Your sleep schedule when to pieces over the past couple of weeks. Your digestion hasn't been entirely happy with the combination of more solid food and more formula, so I think that kept you up a bit. You're also still sniffly, so we may have to see if you have the same sinus infection that your brother had. Clearly we should have let you eat more dirt over the summer in an effort to boost your immune system. I wanted to do some sleep training with you this past weekend, but it's hardly fair if you're not feeling well. I'm sure you'll be healthy enough to do that sometime in the next 40 years.
You're still crawling and pulling up on everything. You still head toward whatever it is we're doing, even when I'm doing my best to surround you with your toys instead. You also still like to pound on everything, either with your hand or with whatever you're holding. All of this reminds me of how Corbin used to play with things as a baby, which is how we ended up with so many toys that are meant to be pounded on. That was very convenient for you, apparently.
It's been a pretty quiet month for you. You are happy and healthy, for which I'm very grateful. You are an easy baby in many ways. I sometimes look forward to when you're older and you and Corbin can play together, but I love you very much, just the way that you are.
Love,
Mom
