Saturday, December 20, 2008

I Could Nibble These Toes All Day Long

William is now eight months old. EIGHT MONTHS. He's practically ancient. Then why is it that sometimes I'll look down at his crusty little pureed pear-laden cheeks and think, "Oh my god. I have a BABY!!! When did THIS happen?? And HOW??" And when will that feeling end? By the time he's twelve? Twenty-three? Never? He's just so wonderful, even when he spits nasty strawberry-flavored amoxycillin back at me. (I wouldn't want to touch that stuff either, kid.) His last weigh-in was two days ago, and he's 11 kilos (24.25 lbs) and 77 centimeters (30.3 inches) long. Big boy indeed. Sometimes he feels like a heavy, noisy purse. But much sweeter.

3 comments:

Jen said...

Pictures, please! We want an update of your 8 month bundle of joy!

EKinDK said...

Oh, we have lots and lots of photos in our digital camera machine!!! You have to come over here to look at it, though...

Jen said...

Being 7 months pregnant, can't you just put them on your bleepin' blog?! :) Miss you! xoxoox