Hello baby boy. I'm a little slow in getting this post written, but last week, on May 2, you turned 8 months old. Oh my how time is flying by so quickly. Just today, Elliott said to me, "mom, remember when Quinn was so tiny that he wore those little nightgown things?" "Yes," I told him. But Quinn is a little too big for those now.
Until you crash into a wall.
There are a few people in this world that you truly love. Me, and dad and your brothers of course, but you seem to love your Grandma Judy. Whenever she holds you, you put your left ear right up to her mouth so that she can kiss you a thousand times. Sometimes, you let me do it to, but mostly it's grandma.
Let's see, what else:
You say, "mamama" and "dadadad" and your big brother is pretty certain you say "Elliott".
You tug on your hair when you drink a bottle and burrow your head into my shoulder when you're tired.
You prefer to nap while being held, but are getting better not only about actually taking naps, but taking them in your bed.
We love and love and love you so much little buddy. It's sad for me to see you moving completely away from being a baby to being a little boy. You've almost figured out crawling and it makes me sad. I want you to stay little and not enter that evil mobile baby zone where you have no idea what you are doing and just crash and cry all the time. But, it's so fun to watch you figure things out so I guess it's okay.