Austin is 8 months old now. He has two little teeth that are just starting to poke through and he says dada like he means it. We have been holding our breath for a month now thinking everytime he is up on all fours that he is going to crawl, we are turning blue. We're pretty sure he COULD do it, he just doesn't WANT to do it. What he really wants is to walk like Edward. He is already pulling himself up on the crib, coffee table and anything else he can get a good grip on. He loves the swing, loves Melinda, hates to be left out of the fun and still is not a great sleeper (we are currently blaming that on the teething). I call him BooBoo and still think of him as my little baby even though he is rapidly gaining on his older brother. Speaking of older brother. . .
He is only two but sometimes seems like such a BIG BOY. He is gaining new independence everyday and will firmly tell me "I do it myself!". I am amazed at how much he learns everyday- the new words he tries out, the songs he sings and the ladders he climbs are all signs that we are leaving toddler behind and moving on to little boy. He is such a tender big brother and I am thankful that at least for now he dotes on Austin like the rest of us. Yesterday, as I was scrambling to get dinner, Austin was crying for attention and food. Edward sat down next to him and patted him saying what he has heard me say hundreds of times, "it's ok baby." Today he was sick so we had a day with just the two of us, he wanted to be held and laid his head in my lap until he fell asleep. I took advantage of his cuddliness, ran my fingers through his curls and kissed on his sweet cheeks. I am SO thankful for my little man.
