Flynn is 8 Months Old. Or Zero and Two-Thirds according to his siblings who need to have their ages rounded to the precise fraction of a year.
His first year is flying by at a break neck speed, a bit too fast for my liking. But then again, so is life in general.
He is now sitting up. This little development and every single new thing he does is cause for great excitement in the household with Pom Pom cheers all around. Gone are the days where I could leave him in one spot and reliably find him there 5 minutes later. He's creeping around the house Commando style, dragging his body behind him like a caterpillar and collecting all manner of debris as he goes. We've had the "Bum-Shuffler", the "Crab-Crawlers" and the normal crawlers but he is our first "Commando" and it is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen.
He's following the rest of the family with his insatiable appetite for food and as you can see is clearly thriving in the weight department. It begs the question whether he really needs his beloved 4am breastfeed doesn't it but I'm quite happy to oblige a little longer because he's number 5 and just a little bit spoilt. The other 4 all slept through the night between 6 and 8 months so I'd hate to jinx myself but I feel we are getting closer. Surely. He sleeps well otherwise, going down at 7pm and waking at 7am. The 4am feed is a quick 5 minute affair so I really can't complain.
His favourite trick is to touch his toes and pull his strides down, roll himself over and wriggle out of them completely. He thinks this is hilarious.
Almost as hilarious as I find his little Vampire Smile thanks to his top laterals coming through the gums ahead of his top front teeth. Look!
Happy 8 Months my happy, chubby, dribbly, cheeky, most loved baby boy! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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