8 Months.

Monday marked John turning 8 months. It’s impossible to process.

This time last year I was just starting to show, I’d just started to feel movements. I really was pregnant and there really was a baby inside me. But it felt like a lifetime before we’d actually meet.

A year on and John’s gone from a tiny bump, into the latter ends of babyhood. Time really needs to slow down.

In these past few weeks he’s come along so far. Too far for me to deal with. John mastered the army crawl a little while ago but he can now get some serious speed going, as well as practicing his proper crawl. He’s also mastered getting from a crawl to sitting but also from sitting to pulling himself to a stand. And now he’s working on his cruising! I’m forever following him about, waiting to catch him when he falls.

Johns also starting to show signs of communicating. ‘Clapping’ hands on cue and shaking his head, although we think the latter may actually be dancing as opposed to meaning “no”. As well as non-verbal communication John has started to find his voice. No real words yet but we get lots of, “wa-wa-wa” and “ra-ra-ra”. And when he’s feeling upset he now cries, “ma-ma-ma” which never fails to break my heart into a million pieces.

Other big developments that have happened in the past month are John starting nursery and the move to his own room, both of which he’s taken in his stride. Nothing phases him.

We’re still breastfeeding but boy loves his solid foods! Even the nursery staff have all commented on how great he is with food. Here’s hoping that going down the Baby-Led route will pave the way for a good eater as he grows. Right now we’re up to 3 meals a day and at least one snack.

We’ve still only one tooth but I’ve no doubt the others will soon follow. Another realisation that John’s growing from a baby to a little boy. I can’t believe how fast time is going and the idea I’d the coming months terrifies me. There’s no question that we’ll have a walker before the end of the year (my bets are by November) and with lots more changes pending it really is time to seize the day and appreciate that my little sausage will soon be a big sausage.

Excuse me whilst I go cry all the tears.