8 months

Oliver - 8 months old (October 2, 2011)

Oliver turned 8 months old last weekend. He came home from Disney and developed another ear infection in his left ear that left us with three sleepless nights, a screaming baby, one huge baby vomit and a prescription from Urgent Care for an additional round of antibiotics. You would have never have guessed that was on the agenda because of the great week we had at Disney. Oliver even cut his top two middle teeth at Epcot with no fussing. We think the flight home may have been the breaking point.

Oliver at 8 months old you are the cutest baby in the whole world. You have stolen my heart and are free to keep it for ever and ever. Your smile lights up the room and even strangers make a point to tell us you are the happiest, smiliest baby they have ever seen. That makes me one proud momma. I hope you are always this happy. Your cheeks are always rosy and you like to click your new teeth together. You haven't crawled yet but you are starting to slowly "scoot" forward with your face in the carpet and your hiney in the air. Your preferred method of movement is rolling from here to there. You love books and waving and toys in the air. I think your favorite thing to do is clap your hands. You have been doing this for quite a while but it just gets cuter and cuter. You wake up clapping, you clap for daddy, you clap for momma, you clap for everything. When you clap we all sing out "Yea Oliver!" While we were in Florida you started to shake your head side to side... like no way Jose. Talk about cute!

During your eighth month of life you have ridden on a plane, monorail, bus and boat. The only thing left is a train and space shuttle (daddy noted). You have met Mickey and Minnie and saw your first Disney parade. In true Lawrence fashion, you went left and made Pirates of the Caribbean your first Disney ride. You have battled a double ear infection and then another lingering one two weeks later. You choked on a mum biscuit and Daddy flipped you upside down and now we are scared to give you any kind of food to chew. We may have overreacted just a tad. You have tasted a Dole Whip (hated it), frosting (yum yum) and ice cream (yummo!).  Your hair is getting darker and we can kind of give you a faux hawk. We love you so much. Everyday you look less and less baby. You even wore jeans for the first time today. I love you my sweet little eight month old.