Eight months

Theo turned eight months today and decided to celebrate by crashing our first child-free weekend since last summer. Yesterday, Jonathan and I were in DC at Rishi and Samantha's wedding. (It was awesome. Boys, try to become friends with some Indian people so you can go to some Indian weddings. Or better yet, marry Indian women so we can all be in an Indian wedding.) Gus and Theo were at Grandma and PopPop's house. But after not drinking all day (Theo will not take a bottle right now) and then crying from 9 pm until midnight, Theo hitched a ride to Washington so he could spend his eight-month birthday, and Mother's Day, at the Renaissance Hotel on 9th Street. He also caught the tail end of the wedding. Thanks to Grandma and PopPop for holding him off as long as they could, and for bringing him to us in the middle of the night.


Playing with Jonathan's shoe at 1 a.m.


I love hotels!

In addition to his first hotel stay, Theo marked his eight month with a new trick. Earlier this week Theo discovered how to sit up on his own. The first day it happened I never caught him in the act. I would see him on his belly, turn my head to do something, and when I looked back he would be sitting. By Friday he was practicing compulsively, and I had a lot of fun watching him go from Downward Dog, to tucking his feet under his bottom, sitting back, and then flopping on to his belly in order to do it all over again.

At Eight months Theo is:

eating solid foods with gusto;
drumming to music;
waving back when people wave at him;
"crawling" all around (its not on all fours but he gets around and is especially fast when he sees a potential choking hazard);
babbling a lot (watch out Gus);
but not sleeping through the night. Let's work on that for month nine!