He turned eight months old on Sunday.
The teething continues, the drooling continues, has two teeth and one on the way, has learned how to crawl but would rather walk and now that he is mobile absolutely hates to be confined. He is pulling himself up onto everything he can and has decided to tackle the stairs.
He gives the best hugs and slobbery open mouth kisses that only a mother could love. Takes delight in the simplest things and delights me every day. Loves to giggle at his brother who in turn loves to make him giggle.
And I love him very, Very much.
Lord, help me to raise this child with wisdom, with patience, with grace and with compassion. Help me to "Train up {this} child in the way he should go. . . " (Proverbs 22:6)
6 comments:
What a precious post . . . and a precious boy! They grow up so fast, don't they? Love that verse. :)
Oh, I love eight months -- I remember eight months. So sweet...
I have sons, too. Four of them. Come by and see me for some mom inspiration and encouragement!
That is such a sweet picture! ...and post too.
He's beautiful, a precious gift for sure.
-FringeGirl
Oh I just want to cuddle him! What a sweet, sweet boy. :)
Liz
Hello there!
Thanks for stopping by Graceful last week -- sorry it's taken me a bit to come by here. Your photo is so sweet -- what a doll! Eight months was my favorite age -- right before my wild man started walking!
Oh, and I cracked up over your post below about your room resembling the Island of Sodor. Yes, been there too!
Oh, he is sooooo sweet. Your description of him sounds exactly like Sam at that age. Drools, hates to be confined, on the go constantly, hugs and slobbery kisses. Enjoy every minute left of his first year.
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