M is 8 months...

 Month 8 brought M's first Halloween. That was fun. He didn't mind the costume until he got too hot, but since it was a rainy, miserable, cold night that wasn't much of a problem.

October 23rd brought Mom and Dad 7 consecutive hours of sleep. They were ecstatic, but it didn't last and M was back to his up a couple times a night shenanigans.

Tooth #4 and #5 erupted this month.  Tooth #4 surprised Mom. She was waiting for the top right one to come in, but the second one on the top left snuck in first around November 4th. Tooth #5, the top right one, erupted on November 6th. The drooling has slowed down and sleeping patterns got a bit better with M usually only up once or so each night.

M took his first bath in the big tub with his brothers. He loved it, but he's still a bit wobbly and slippery. He's been back in the baby tub for our peace of mind (and the older boys have been showering lately).

Baby mischief started at the end of the month. Jut came home on the 19th to find the trash bin sitting up on the island away from little hands. He is a boy on the move that wants to explore his surroundings. 

He also pulled himself up to a standing position on the landing to the stairs on the 19th. He thinks he is getting to be big stuff.

On the 19th, M also took his first few 'traditional' crawling movements. He has been worming his way everywhere, but he finally got the hand-knee movement going. He is going to start getting fast.

He's never been a tiny guy, but when E hold him, he is starting to look very big. She is smart. If he needs held for a minute, she quickly finds a chair.

M is a smiley guy. He just lights up for the camera. He is fun to photograph and hang out with. With the exception of his middle of the night wakeful times, we enjoying our last baby play times. He loves to stand up. He loves to chew on anything. Peek-a-boo is always a hit. Simple things bring such joy and amusement. I am trying to soak up and enjoy these moments.

He does give our nursery workers at church a hard time. I get a distress text every week as he's upset and inconsolable. As soon as I get there, everything is right with the world again. He might be a touch of a stinker.