Eight Months

For some reason, when a baby is eight months, it seems like some sort of significant threshold to me. Maybe because it is (at least for my early arrivals) the amount of time they were inside me during pregnancy. Perhaps it is because they start reaching some really significant developmental milestones. Or, it could be, that I just have a lot of friends with really little babies right now and seeing them makes me think that my babes are huge. For whatever reason, Henry is really living up to his "big man" nickname. Just for fun, here are pictures of Eleanor and Henry both at about eight months.

Quote of the Day

I have about twenty posts in the works, which I do hope to get up eventually. For now, a funny thing that happened this morning:

Eleanor: I want raisin bran with no milk.
Me: Ok, raisin bran with no milk.
Eleanor: I want just raisins. And snowflakes.

And also, she is starting to get the concept of time. She knows (approximately) what "earlier" means. She also understands that "an hour" is longer than "a minute", and therefore asks for "just one more hour" before coming out of her bath.

Quote of the Day

I've decided, as you may have noticed, to put up some of the hilarious and/or insightful things that Eleanor says.

From this mornings quote, you may be able to deduce that we are working on potty training. If this is too much information for you, stop reading now. Lots of talk about poo poo and pee pee. And, long hours of running to the bathroom, getting the potty all ready, and sitting there, waiting. While she has had some success, she definitely isn't ready to give up her diapers yet.

Anyway, this morning she was playing with this new little bus and people that she got a couple of days ago (thanks Caryn!). All of a sudden, with great gusto, she said, "Wow! There is a lot of poo poo right there. [Pointing toward the rear of the bus.] Lets clean it up. Clean. Clean. Clean. Clean. All done!"



Maybe it doesn't sound as funny typed out, but it gave me a good laugh this morning.

Quote of the Day

Eleanor came out into the living room at about 7:15 this morning (very late for her) and declared, "I had a GREAT nap." If only Henry had slept so well!

Kisses, Hugs and Other Updates

Henry is giving the most wonderful kisses and hugs these days. By kiss, I mean open-mouthed, slobbery gumming on the cheek/chin -- very sweet.

He is also sitting up very well for long periods of time. He occasionally leans forward as if he is going to crawl but doesn't have enough control yet and usually face plants. He did a couple of super face plants into the grass yesterday when I was outside raking the leaves out of the daffodils. Still not entirely sure how he managed to do it, I had him set up in a way that I thought would make it difficult.

He still loves his sister and she is able to make him laugh more than anyone else. If she is laughing, he is laughing too. If she is crying, he is usually still laughing.

Both kids have had a rotten cold for the past week and I have been referring to them as my barking seals because that is exactly what they sound like. And, I am not sure if it is due to the cold or teeth but they have both been excessively cranky. Eleanor is getting some molars on the top and Henry might be getting one or two of his front bottom teeth, though we can't see anything yet.

Amazing how fast they change! More pictures soon to come.