Another month, another update. It’s hard to believe!
Age: 8 months
Weight: ~20 lb. 9 oz. (according to our scale)
Clothes: 9-month and 12-month (though 12-month is pretty loose on him)
Diapers: Size 3, Target brand (Up and Up)
Hair: Light brown, blondish on the sides and getting longer in the front
Eyes: Same blue-on-the-outside-golden-on-the-inside color. Wondering if/when they will change?
Sleep: Asleep by 7 p.m. Wakes once, either at 2 or 4 a.m., to eat. Up for the day between 6 and 7 a.m. Hates naps, but still needs 2-3 a day.
Noises: Babbles all the time! “Ah-da-da-da-da-da” and “bah bah bah bah bah” are his most common phrases, with lots of raspberries and high “ahh”s. A lot of the time it sounds like singing.
Nursing: Still at least 5 times a day when I’m not working
Pumping: Still twice a day at work, unless I get super busy or (GASP) forget all the parts, which is horrifying. I also usually have to pump a few times on the weekends just to stay comfortable as my body adjusts to nursing more and pumping less when I’m home.
Solids: Starting to be more consistent with at least one meal a day of any of the following: sweet potato, carrots, broccoli, peaches, cantaloupe, honey dew, banana, avocado or toast. No purees.
Sitting: All the time, except when he gets on his hands and knees, preparing for…
Crawling: Not yet, but any day now. Rocks back and forth on his hands and knees and can squirm/scoot a little.
Favorite games: Peek-a-boo, flying, patty cake, being tickled, “Round and round the garden…” (does anyone besides me know what that is?)
Favorite book: “Spot Says Goodnight.” We both adore it. (And by adore, I mean Corban always sits quietly for it, and only it.)
I don’t know if this is possible, but I feel like my bond with and love for Corban grew to a new level this month. Maybe it’s because I went back to work full time and spent a long weekend apart from him, so I’ve missed him more. Maybe it’s because he’s become so much more aware of everything, including me, and even started to show a bit of a preference for me. Maybe it’s simply because it’s so easy to get him to laugh like he’s never been happier. Whatever the reason, my heart just keeps getting bigger for this little boy.
And yes, he seems (well, almost) like a little boy now. He’s definitely not a tiny infant. Baby, sure. But his face is looking more and more boyish. And his thighs aren’t quite as chubby as they once were. His knuckles are still dimpled and his neck nonexistent, but he doesn’t look quite as round as he did a month or two ago.
We spent the first part of the month being totally lax with solids, skipping days when I got home from work late and sticking to the easy things like bananas and cantaloupe (which he absolutely loves). For the past couple weeks though, he’s gotten at least one solid meal a day. This is thanks mostly to the fact that our nanny shares our preference for baby led weaning and feeds him at least one solid meal when she watches him. He’s gotten really good at picking up tiny pieces of food and putting them in his mouth. Sometimes he eats so fast that I get suspicious that he’s dropping it all on the floor or in his lap. If he is, I have yet to find his secret hiding place.
Corban is starting to have real preferences. Like when he tries to grab a knife off the table at a restaurant and we pull it away, he cries. Or when we lay him down in his crib for a nap, he really cries. No matter what. He also cries when he thinks I’m walking away from him, like if I set him down on the floor in the family room and walk into the kitchen to make breakfast (still within view). I have to reassure him and get his attention so he knows I’m still there. Long gone are the days of an oblivious little sweetheart.
Don’t get me wrong, though, he still is a total sweetheart, and though he throws little mini-fits these days, he more often can be found asserting his positive preferences with big grins or laughs. He’s also easily distracted out of his tears. He basically loves any kind of attention, and the more ridiculous you act, the better.
I’m amazed at how much detail he notices now, like the diamond on my engagement ring (he sometimes grabs at it with his fingers) or tiny pieces of fuzz on the carpet. It’s nearly impossible to change his diaper on the changing table because he sees things out of the corner of his eye on the tabletop and relentlessly tries to turn over to grab them.
He still loves the cats and grabs at them whenever they dare to come close enough. Poor Biggles and Basil have lost several handfuls of fur thanks to Corban, and he’s made Biggles yipe from grabbing his paw a few times. We’re lucky they’re such nice kitties and put up with his antics, but they had better watch out, because crawling is coming soon.
In fact, he may have done his first official crawl today! Nothing fancy, but more real than the squirming around he’s been doing.
Month nine is looking like it will be just as exciting and fun as month eight!