Malcolm is 8 Months Old!

At church I showed Elliot the tag on Malcolm's shirt. It said 24 months. The boy is a tank! And speaking of tank, I guess Stella has heard us describe Mal as such. Last week she said, "My brother is a tank!" I asked her what a tank was. She said, "It's where the fishies live."

So Malcolm is pretty much awesome. I love playing with him. This also a reason why nothing ever gets done at home. Mal is a great sleeper. Not even just great, he's fantastic. Sure he has his nights when he'll wake up, but that an exception and not the rule. Usually its because he's peed so much that his diaper gives out and gets him all wet. He sleeps between 11-13 hours a night, plus two or three 2+ hour naps during the day. He is easy to put to sleep too. I just lay him down and he goes to sleep. He wakes up happy too.

Malcolm loves it when I sing in my opera voice (Stella's not a fan).

Malcolm loved swinging at the park. He was kicking his legs and giggling and then he promptly crapped his pants.

Malcolm screams so loud that he scares himself sometimes. Seriously, how did my children get voices like that? No one can ever hear the frequency of my voice (including my children).

Malcolm has always been easy to startle. However, his reaction has changed from not breathing and then crying to pure delight and squealing and kicking his legs happily.

Malcolm loves the peek-a-boo game when someone is hiding behind the person that is holding him.

Malcolm loves his bath and frantically splashes water all over the place.

Malcolm doesn't have any teeth yet. I can't even see them trying to peek through. He does drool and licks his lower gums a lot.

Malcolm is all over the place. He doesn't crawl, but he rolls everywhere and pivots and reaches as far as he can and pushes himself with his little toes. My house needs serious baby-proofing.

 Malcolm loves that handsome boy in the mirror.

 Has anyone taken a good look at Malcolm's arms? Seriously.  You should see his thighs.  They are amazing.

He was so happy to find an Easter egg that made noise (Stella let him find one . . . how very generous of her).

Malcolm can go from totally serious face, to biggest, happiest smile and then back to totally serious face in less than 0.34 seconds.

Malcolm likes to close or shut things . . . doors, toys, microwave, everyone's mouths, etc.

Malcolm likes to stand up in his crib (with Mom's help). I see how long he can stand there holding onto the side. I'm going to have to lower the mattress because he also reached and grabbed something from off of the dresser through the slats in the crib when he woke up from a nap. Little stinker.

Jumping is so exhausting.

Seriously, so exhausting.

I do this frantic breathing thing that makes Malcolm so happy and he will giggle and squeal and kick. He still doesn't laugh a whole lot until he's really tired near the breaking point of meltdown or if Stella is around. The boy loves the girl.

I'd like to say that his affections for his parents have evened out, but Malcolm is still a Mama's Boy. And I love it. And we love him.