8 Months

Sawyer Boy is 8 months old.  I love that Henry calls him that, and I hope it sticks just like "Ya-ya" has.  He is so happy when he is being held, and SO NOT HAPPY when he is not getting the attention he feels he needs.  He has a big, goofy smile and grabs our face to give us open-mouth slobbery kisses.  He gives the best hugs and loves to cuddle.

Sawyer Boy has 2 bottom teeth, and 4 top teeth coming in, which as made for sad teething times in the Morgan home.  Sawyer eats pretty much everything we eat, just in tiny pieces, and loves it all.  He can put away some food.  He prefers finger food, but is ok with baby food, too. 

A look of concern because big brother fell down

Sawyer loves to watch Henry and tries so hard to play with him.  He thinks it's hilarious when we throw a ball in the air, loves to splash in the tub and pool, and likes roughhousing with his daddy.  He also likes to look at books, jump in his doorway bouncy thing, and talk to us.  He is starting to copy sounds we make, and does a really cute whisper sound when he needs to tell us a secret.  

Mom!  A car!

This week, Sawyer slept in a real crib for the first time in his life!  We moved Henry to a big boy bed, so Sawyer got the crib.  He has been in a swing, pack & play, and bassinet up until now, and I think he really enjoys being able to stretch out in his new bed.  When we wakes up, he talks to himself and plays with his feet for awhile.  When Sam or I go to get him out of bed, he gets the biggest smile, flaps his arms and kicks his legs, and giggles.  It's one of my favorite times of day.