8 Months of Awesome

Monday this week marked 8-months of being a mother of 2 little men: 8-months of Ryder's life and 8-months of sleep deprivation to the extreme.

This week also became the week Ryder learnt his tongue could come out of his mouth. Failed attempts of blowing raspberries became a success, as did constant tongue poking. Cheeky, heart-melting grins are now replaced with evil raspberries or just the showing of tongue.

This month also marks the beginning of Controlled Crying. Success!

This month has been THE month of movement. The month where Mummy and Daddy have had to watch what's on the floor, where he's going and what he's up to.

Everything goes in the mouth, and of course he crawls to things he shouldn't. Shoes and bags are chewed on and he beelines for the antenna cord, all while his toys lay abandoned on the lounge room floor. Even when we pick him up, he stands and proceeds to jump - a simple cuddle is something of the past.

As if movement wasn't enough, this month has also become a month of noise.

Not just any noise though... shrieking.

If Mummy doesn't have the next spoonful ready - shriek.
If Daddy comes home from work and doesn't immediately proceed to drop everything and come running for a cuddle - shriek.
Try to change his nappy and don't let him roll around - shriek
Take away some random object he's found - shriek

Can you tell who's child this is?

As I type this blog entry, he is currently gnawing on the side of his Bumbo. He has just crawled to my Havaianas and attempted to eat them... if he's not trouble now, in a few months he will be. This Mummy isn't excited by that, so the word 'no' is being taught early.

That being said, this month marks 8-months of awesome:

8-months of having another baby in the house,
8-months of being a complete little family of 4
8-months of being totally and utterly in love with all the men in my life
8-months of big brother Logan, and

8-months of my-heart-will-burst-love at the site of my two boys cuddling/laughing together

The more he grows and the more he develops, the more I don't want him to grow up. Ever.