What a crazy time developmentally for little Lucas. I feel like every single day there's something new and exciting he's doing. He's getting to be so much more fun and we're soaking it up. Notes about Lu at 8 months . . .
He crawls everywhere. He used to be timid and just stay in the living room, but not anymore. Now he goes wherever he wants -- and he's a fast little bugger. Favorite places include: between the toilet and the vanity in the bathroom, underneath the kitchen table, through all the chairs, anywhere there is technology, over our legs. He's started crawling to me and Josh so we will hold him, and it's heart-melting.
He fake coughs when he wants me to look at him. He mostly does this when we are in the car and he wants me to look at him in the mirror. I pretty much always oblige and am rewarded with his gummy smile.
He squawks loudly all the time. . . our little pterodactyl. He just sort of opens his mouth and yells, squeals, chats.
He still puts anything and everything in his mouth. No piece of paper is safe from him. Grandpa's glasses are also a favorite.
Whenever I put him in the car, he laughs at himself in the mirror and chats excitedly. As soon as I start to buckle him in, however, he begins to cry/whine.
He says "dada" all.the.time. When we say "Say Mama," he smiles and says "dada." He also makes a noise that sounds like "hi" which isn't surprising because, for some reason, I always find myself saying that to him repeatedly.
When we set him in his high chair, he immediately starts to drum on it -- loudly and with an incredible amount of rhythm.
He goes through random times of the day when he insists on being held. When we try to put him down, he puts his head on his forearms on the floor and wails, or he crawls over to us and up our legs. He also cries every time Dusty leaves the room -- every time.
He's a social butterfly. If people are around, he wants to be where they are, and he's generally happy when he's around a lot of us.
He lights up when one of us walks into the room. it's adorable with his toothless little smile.
He is mastering the art of getting the puffs into his mouth. It's a great distraction while I'm cooking dinner.
Still no teeth!
He LOVES other babies and kids. He lights up whenever he sees Sam or his cousins or other kids at church. I have a breastfeeding book with babies on it, and he loves to hold it and look at the babies. He just laughs and talks to them and tries to touch them.
Kisses! He gives wonderful, open mouth, slobbery, delicious kisses. So far, I think it's my favorite part of parenthood.
He is busy all the time. He's constantly moving and wiggling and exploring. When I breastfeed him at night, the hand that isn't pinned under him is waving wildly, smacking me in the face or grabbing my nose.
He puts his butt in the air and pushes up on all fours all the time. Sometimes he kicks his leg up in the air at the same time. My little yoga baby.
