This little boy, the one we named Sawyer, will be eight months old tomorrow. He’s been here with us for two hundred forty two days. And he lights up our world. On a typical day, he’s so chill and loves just hanging out with us. His whole face beams if you give him an attention at all, even if it’s just looking at him and smiling.

It took him awhile to gain his core muscles, and for a long time he was very wobbly, even when being held. He couldn’t steady himself and would rock back and forth trying to gain his center. Carter used to call him Mr. Wobble Pants. His chin used to quiver a lot too, so Carter lovingly also called him Mr. Shaky Chin. But Wobble Pants-Shaky Chin figured things out, and while I thought he probably wouldn’t sit up until he was well over eight months old, he surprised me and is not only doing that for pretty long lengths of time, but is also rocking on all fours and army crawling. The other day he even went from being on his belly to sitting up, though I wasn’t watching him when he did it so I have no idea how he managed that.

He has a few favorite things–a partially deflated little soccer ball that he makes a beeline to every time he sees it. He loves holding, and trying to chew on it, though it’s much too big for his mouth. He also has a weird obsession with this foam piece of road that came in one of our boys’ bath toys. He loves the exersaucer, and happily plays in it every morning for sometimes up to 30 minutes in the morning when I’m trying to get everything set for the day. The doorway jumper is great only for short amounts of time . . .it’s not nearly as entertaining because it doesn’t have toys lining the whole thing.  The swing is a thing of the past.

Naps are still all over the chart. I never know what he’ll do at any certain point of the day. Sometimes a two hour nap, sometimes still thirty minutes. What I think will be a catnap often turns into the opposite, or the other way around.

For some reason, we have another lightweight on our hands. He’s still in 9 month clothes (some 6-12 month things, but they are pretty big on him), and he doesn’t yet even weigh 17 pounds. Lately, I’ve just been trying to stuff his face full of food. We’ve just recently been giving him solids–so far only a few things–bread, bananas, peaches and pears. Time to get some veggies to cook up too–maybe some carrots or sweet potato will be first.  His bottle is still not something he loves–he won’t drink more than about five ounces at any given time.

One thing is for sure–he adores his brothers. And he would stare at them all day. The are like the loves of his life.