Sawyer has been here for 240 days.
(That doesn't sound like that long, does it?)
Sawyer is eight months old today.
Now that sounds impressive.
Sawyer is a happy and Zen baby. He hardly ever cries. He smiles and laughs easily. He loves to watch people, especially Jack. He likes to eat, especially bananas. He likes to sleep (finally).
He rolls around with tenacity and remarkable accuracy. He pets Pablo and Lucy with surprising acuity. He is *this close* to crawling. He claps up a storm.
Jack has found a new side of himself as a doting big brother. He wants to "have breakfast with Sawyer," as in, eat his Cheerios while I feed Sawyer his baby food in the morning. He wants to cuddle with him on the couch while watching Blaze and the Monster Machines (new show on Nick Junior which should be avoided at all costs. It's too late for me, but you can save yourselves...) The first thing Jack does every morning is run into the nursery to see his little brother.
Durel and I marvel at our boys. We are lucky. We are grateful. Our family is delightfully complete.
|Sawyer with Uncle Fooshee during their recent, awesome visit.|
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Hope you marvel at something today.