8 months

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am in love with this little man of mine. His delicious. His eyes are grey green with patches of brown. I have never seen eyes like these before. They twinkle, like he is always up to something. He smiles at everyone and everyone goes all gooey over him. Every time I change him he claps. He claps when he is crying. One hand is still and the other pudge hits the opposing palm. We just spent the weekend with friends and brought A out to the campfire around midnight. He was still. Taking everything in. Staring at our faces in the glow. Not scared nor startled, he just took it all in. He's so calm and sweet. Such a good baby. I travelled 7 hours alone with the kids today and he started complaining for food 20 minutes before we got home. He leans forward in his little carseat and watches, smiles and chuckles at Kate. She reassures him that we are almost home, she tries to make him clap again. She tells him what she sees out the window. They can just reach for eachothers hands and barely pass a toy from one hand to the other. But they managed it a few times today. It melts my heart. A stranger at the restaurant we stopped in for lunch today, asked him if he could hold her (I love when people check in with the babies too). He went with no hesitation and she cooed and gooed and smiled and touched him. I thought it was sweet. He indulged her with his trusting curiosity and smiled his coy grin back at her. I jokingly said, Well, K, should we leave him? "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. He's OUR ALEC! He's my brother. I like him.". Seriously, I have to put my gooey heart back together often with these two. He has two sharp teeth and he bites me. He also pinches the hell out of me and rolls my skin with this little fingers. I let him do it but it hurts. I scolded him with a loud NO BITING after he drew bllod for the fourth time that day. His bottom lip quivered and he sobbed. I was devasted that a reacted exactly how I had promised myself not to respond. Luckily, my boy forgave me. I forgive him too for the pain! I always will. He army crawled across the room today and rewarded himself with a melody played on the door stopper. He's almost on the go. I love having a son. I love watching my daughter help raise him. I love the tenderness she offers him and the joy they create. I am often left out of their interactions. Whenever I ask what they are up to, she simply says "Nothing" after I find that she has crawled in to his crib. It's amazing to see how totally bonded they are already, like they have always known eachother and are just meeting again.