Eight months old. You like to hang out with Zia Ash, and listen to tunes. Not crawling yet, but occasionally you roll around on the floor like an oompa loompa. Every once in a while you seem like you’re trying to figure out the mechanics of how to get around on her own.
On another note You is will eat practically anything we put in front of you, and you’ve started to exhibit the coordination to feed yourself. Time to introduce finger foods. You’ve got two teeth and I’m pretty sure another is trying to cut through somewhere as your face has once again begun an impression of a leaky faucet.