eight months old.

well, this is two days late, but who is counting?

my little man is 8 months old and i don't even want to talk about it.

i will say, this is one of my least favorite ages...

sure he is sweet and affectionate and funny but he is always wild, whiney and wiggly.

this month we:

cut two teeth!

really learned how to suck on our big toe

learned high five and give kisses.

starting feeding ourself

regressed in our sleep patterns

tried salmon and loved it.

now has separation anxiety.

elliot is obsessed with our dog owen, like...seriously loves him so much.

he also has started to sing, and hits things to a beat.

doesn't crawl.

sits up on his own.

rolls around across the room.

freaks out if he flips on his stomach when falling asleep, serious panic attack...we definitely laugh about it afterwards.

bites everything, including fingers and nipples. so don't say i didn't warn you.

{teeth! teeth!}

is now afraid of most strangers and shuts his eyes real tight and cries hysterically if someone takes him out of my arms...

elliot is bashful, outgoing, sweet, affectionate, knows what he wants, will try anything once.

he is funny and gentle and pretty much the best human being ever.