Win now has six teeth (four on the top, two on the bottom). He is very close to crawling, but isn't quite there yet. He can get up on his hands and knees into the right position, and will rock back and forth, but hasn't figured out how to move forward. Sometimes it really upsets him. I know it will make my life more difficult once he is mobile, but I'm rooting for him because I can see he wants to do it so badly. There are so many places that he wants to go! Like, to the other side of the playmat, or across the living room floor. There are so many toys scattered around by his big sister, placed just out of reach. It’s a frustrating existence for a curious baby.
I was thinking the other day about how Win doesn’t have too many nicknames. When Eleanor was a baby, the list of her nicknames was a mile long, but we mostly just call Win by his name, or refer to him as “brother.” There is one nickname that Eleanor coined that has really stuck though, “Brud,” short for “brudder.” It isn’t the most graceful sounding moniker, but it’s pretty cute. We love our little Brud.
At 8 months old Win loves:
- His daddy
- Pulling his sister’s hair
- Getting ahold of her Magiclip dolls
- Blowing raspberries
- Biting with those new teeth of his
- The novelty of exploring new toys (as well as new “toys” like spatulas and slotted spoons and empty cardboard boxes)
- Giving big, sloppy, open-mouthed baby kisses