Joshua is EIGHT MONTHS OLD!

How? 

Every month I ask myself this same question?  How is it possible that Joshua is already eight months old?  How has it already been eight months since my water broke while waiting to eat dinner at California Pizza Kitchen?  Have we really survived the “fourth trimester” or am I dreaming? 

Wow.

We went out to lunch with my friend Dana and her little guy Graham yesterday and the whole time we were there, as Joshua ate his peas and applesauce and squirmed and sat in a highchair, I just kept thinking, “Was Joshua ever that small??” While I know he WAS that small, he never seemed that calm, or maybe he was and I was too caught up in the throes of post-partum depression to realize it.  I don’t know.  There was just something that I realized yesterday about where we were then and where we are now and I can’t quite put my finger on it or articulate it but it’s just different. 

I love that he’s exploring so much and figuring things out right now.  It’s fun to watch him raise the window on his Laugh-n-Learn House and then look at me and smile as the house says “uuup!” or “doooown!” depending on what he’s doing.  It’s fun to watch him try to stand and reach the clock on the top of the house. 

It’s fun to watch him maneuver around the living room without having to actually learn to crawl.  He’s got this crazy roll-and-sit thing he does to get wherever he wants to go.  I had to bust out our first baby-proofing item the other day to close the doors to the entertainment center because he figured out how to open them. 

He has six teeth, the majority of which are on the left side of his mouth.  Weird, I know.  Four middle teeth and then one tooth each on the top and bottom on the left side of the middle teeth.  I think his right side is going to have some catching up to do. 

He’s getting more, um, for lack of a better word, convenient.  (Hang on…let me explain…) Since he hated sitting in his infant seat unless we were in the car (and even then, he hated that for the first four months or so of his life…) it was hard to go anywhere with him.  I could Moby him to go shopping, but I couldn’t Moby him to sit down at a restaurant and eat dinner.  So we were kind of stuck in the house.  In the past few weeks we’ve learned how to time his meals so that we can actually go to restaurants and sit down and eat dinner.  It’s nice to be able to do that again.  He’s actually going to his third restaurant in a week today.

He’s just really, really fun right now. And I love him.  A ton.  His laugh makes me laugh and his smile makes me smile.  I was meant to be his Mommy.