Eight Months!

I know I say this every month.  But, I can't believe our boy is eight months old.  Being eight months means you don't like to sit still for chair pics.  I'll let the pictures show you for themselves ...

{"Dadgummit, here she comes with that camera again.  Couldn't we have at least brushed the bed-head out of my hair?"}

{"Maybe if I sit in this unflattering position and act uniterested she'll stop with the incessant picture taking."}

{"I guess it needs to be even MORE unflattering ..."}

{"Well, I guess that didn't work I might as well sit ... oh lookie there she cleaned that spot up I was so interested in last time!"}

{"I've got Elmo on my diaper.  I sure do love Elmo.  I think I remember my mom talking about an attention span last time ..."}

{"You really got that spot out GOOD!"}

{"Did I ever tell you about the time there was an Elmo on my diaper?"}

{"Well, I'll tell you some other time cause seriously, I'm eight months old and too grown up to sit here any longer."}

{"Does this angle make my thighs look big?"}

{"Alright woman, I'm even less amused than I was when we started this tomfoolery.  Let's wrap this up."}

{"Fine.  I'll just go ahead and lie down while throwing a mini-fit at the same time."}

{"LOOK, it's a bird!  It's a plane!  It's ..."}

{"Ha ha, made ya look, made ya look."}

{"Well aren't you a soft chair ..."}

{"Attention span schmam ..."}

{"Okay.  For real this time.  I'm done.  If we don't cut this out, the pillow dies."}

And about 3 seconds after the above picture he looked like he was about to dive over the side of one of the arms of the chair which = mommy deciding we're done.  Here was the winner of the bunch.

Happy eight months my bed-headed angel baby boy.  I love you more than you will ever know and it just gets stronger every day.