Documenting Declan (8 Months)

Weight: 18 pounds, 10 ounces
Length: 27 inches

If those measurements sound similar, it is because Declan has not grown at all since last month. He still eats beautifully but he never stops moving. I frequently exclaim, "That baby." I cannot think of any more words to describe him. He is too adorable.

Being stuck is boring.

Nothing is an obstacle anymore.

He wants someone to play with him!

He isn't jealous of other babies. He doesn't seem interested in them at all.

He plays with toys.

He has a very cute friend.

Baby gate, AKA the bane of his existence.

"I know this is where they keep the food but how does it open?"

Look at this kid stand!

He is not afraid of kids running around. He sits in the middle totally calm despite the chaos.

It's too cold to go outside anyway so we can wear (or not wear) whatever we want inside.

Declan has learned to blow raspberries and babble. He flicks his tongue against his top lip and says, "La la la."

Crash landing.

Too hard to photograph. He won't stay still!

Santa baby.

Alex and Edison "saved" Declan from the power cords.

"Make it go!"

Break time from the constant moving!

A few more things Declan does for which I do not have a matching picture:

He...

...is always getting into things. I can't leave him alone ever because he will find something to eat. He also pulls himself up on everything and sometimes falls down less than gracefully.

...gets on his knees and puts his arms up toward me when he wants to be picked up.

...has rough skin from the dry, cold weather.

...sticks his tongue out like a snake. Nonstop.

 ...leans in and slobbers on me if I pucker my lips and say, "Kiss!"

... is getting so old. I catch myself looking around for my other baby.

...can now pick up food from his tray and actually get it in his mouth.

...doesn't sleep through the night. He stands up in his bed instead of sleeping.

...is tough. Edison has been trying to ride him like a horse and then subsequently smashing him and Declan doesn't seem fazed by it at all.

...dives on my hand if I feed him anything. He will eat whatever I try to feed him. He also eats whatever Alex feeds him which is why we had this experience:

Alex: Declan loves my sandwich.

Emily: Your peanut butter and honey sandwich?

Alex: Yeah! He loves it!

Emily: (running across the room like a maniac.)
Alex: Yep, he loved it.