The cub is doing so well. He is crawling and cruising. It's funny because we weren't sure he would crawl since he started cruising first. Now he gets around pretty well with his unique version of a crawl. He tries to go from sitting to standing without the aid of furniture or a sturdy object. He usually gets into a downward dog position and stops because he doesn't know where to go from there. It's only a matter of time but believe me we are in no rush to have him walking around. Originally I had my What to Expect the First Year, my parent magazine, baby talk magazine, and any other developmental reading on my night stand and was nose deep every week trying to mark the milestones and make sure he was on target. Now, I almost want to say I could care less. I still want to know what to look for next but I don't obsess over what he is or isn't doing. I'm slowly learning to listen to him and take cues from him. As a new mommy this is a MAJOR accomplishment. You spend so much time trying to do it right and you just want the best for your baby that you really can stress too much. Every day my cub reminds me that he may be little but he's strong.
The best part of life with an eight month old is the love. My cub definitely knows how to pack on the love. When I leave for work in the mornings he cries and reaches for me. I must admit that as much as it pulls at my heartstrings to see him sad it also fills me with a little joy to know that he has a strong attachment to me. This may be a little sick but hey I'm honest about my feelings. I think I shared before that he gives the best kisses. I get so giddy every time he kisses me that he now smiles and chuckles at my response. I'm beginning to think that he gives me kisses to see my response. I can't express it enough; life with an eight month old, well my eight month old, is just amazing.
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