Riggs at 8 months

Riggs is 8 and a half months old. It's hard to believe he's almost as old as it took to grow him.  I felt like I was pregnant for 3 years, but the last 8 months has flown by.  Riggins hasn't been "my baby" in a long time.  He's already walking and eating finger foods with his 5 teeth.  He stopped breastfeeding soon after I started nursing school.  I would have to put him in a headlock to nurse and he would scream and bite me so I just said, you win, here's a bottle.  Enjoy your $3 bottle of formula. 

 

He walks around the house all day saying "da-da.  da-da" a million times over and over (which makes me die a little inside).  Once a month he'll make a sound that resembles "mama"  and it's my favorite thing in the world.  He can give high fives and kisses, but  of course, he is stingy with the kisses. 

 

He's a terrible sleeper.  He still wakes up at least three times a night.  It's the worst.  The minute his slumber is disturbed, his eyes pop open and he sits up.  Then he stands up in his crib and screams for someone to come in to hush his magesty back to sleep.  It is rough on both Tyler and I.  If he keeps it up, he is going to be an only child. 

Even though he'll have terrible sleep night after night, he is still the happiest baby all day long.  He goes to a sitter three days a week and they all say he is so happy and smiley every time.  He started smiling at 3 weeks and hasn't stopped.  The number one comment we get from passer-byers is, "what a happy guy!"  He's such a little Tyler. 

 
Here's his monthly tree stump mug shots... 

 

 

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