I'm creeping in here quietly, before the day has completely slipped away to share a few pictures and thoughts on a baby who insists upon getting bigger.
And I realize you're probably thinking that is what babies are supposed to do. For some reason I guess I just thought he'd stay in that 2-4 month range a lot longer than he did. Didn't anybody inform him he's the baby?
While I would like to sit and recall more fun facts, the truth is he just took a bite out of a brittle cover of Wilder's "The Long Winter." He's grinning at me quite pleased with himself while a piece of cover stays plastered to the constant drool on his chin. Hence, I'm off to rescue both book and baby. Happy 8th month dear Owen. ;o)