At eight months old, Mason's finally starting to like solid food. He is thisclose to crawling. He's toothless, but it's very possible that he'll wake up tomorrow morning with a couple of chompers. He's full of smiles and he's completely his own little person. Sometimes, when he tries to suck his thumb he pokes himself in the eye. Giraffes are his favorite animal and he loves when I read Dr. Seuss. He's anti-nap and pro-playing-peekaboo-at-three-AM. He's attached to me at the hip.
He's eight months old. Can I go cry now?
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