Little Evan is 8 months old today. I can't believe how fast time is going. He is such a sweetie. The most laid back baby out of the three of my kiddos. His newest thing is to sit in his Jumperoo and when we tell him to jumpy-jump, he just goes to town. I swear I think he is going to hop right on out of it. Of course, he just cracks up. He thinks it is so much fun. He has gotten his two bottom teeth in and looks so cute. He is also starting to babble a bit with ga ga ga ga ga. He loves to say this over and over. He is trying to crawl, but hasn't mastered it yet. Getting up on all fours and rocking is about as far as it goes. I am not ready for crawling just yet. He is not growing up too fast, I won't let him. Really though, I would like to slow it down. He is killing me on the clothing issue. He is wearing 12-18 months clothing and is a whopping 24lbs. How could you not kiss that little face? Check out the carrot nose from eating all of his orange veggies. Tristan had the same thing at this age. Until next time...
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