8 Months

This adorable little fellow turned 8 months old while we were away.  He charmed everyone in sight from the safety of my arms but wanted very little to do with all of the adoring relatives that wanted a chance to snuggle him up.  Just Mom, please.

Noah is still loving his new relationship with food and is gaining weight steadily.  He wants desperately to be crawling and kicks his arms and legs out "Superman style" whenever he's on his tummy.  Somehow he ends up in my bed early every morning, which I absolutely love.  His chubby baby snuggles and big brown eyes are a perfect start to my day.

He's drooling like crazy, and has three tiny little teeth lined up neatly in a row on his lower gum.  His siblings adore him when he's happy and let him stick with me when he's a grump, which is less and less as the months go by.

His smile can light up a whole room, and I have a feeling he's going to get himself out of a lot of trouble in the future with this charm.