My big boy. Wearing his first pair of real shoes. Holding himself up and standing firmly on two feet. Forever sucking on his bottle lip, impatiently awaiting those first two bottom teeth. Wearing striped tees and jeans just like Dad. Constantly saying Dada and yelling Ma! when something is not within his little reach. Still taking about four bottles a day and eating three full meals in his highchair. Sweet potato puffs are like gold in this house. He awakes only once throughout the night, sleeping a grand total of about twelve hours on a regular day. He has really learned to love his crib, thank goodness. Each night and before every nap, we read one or two of our favorite little books... always ending with I'll See You In The Morning. Eight Months, where did the time go?