Romey is eight months old today; my goodness, time is absolutely flying by! In the last couple of months Roman has become so vocal. He squeals when he's happy, when he's upset, when he's bored, when he's playing, when he's eating... I think you get the picture. The other day I was on the phone with Peggy, and Roman just would not stop squawking. She asked, "Are those happy noises?" For the most part, yes. This last week Romey and I went out to a couple of different restaurants to meet friends for lunch, and so I had to try to explain to him that he cannot shriek like that when we're out; unfortunately, I think he thinks it's funny when I tell him to hush, but he actually does really well as long as we only have him in his highchair while we're eating. He doesn't mind being in there but only for short periods of time, so while we wait for our food we play at the table, and Rome watches everyone moving around. Lately he has become increasingly interested in what other people/beings are doing. If Brock or Millie is up to something, and we step in the way of his view, Rome will try to peek around us. He just becomes fascinated. I could be doing something simple, like sweeping the floor, and he'll just watch with his mouth agape. It's really pretty funny. The other day Marc was working on his car, and when he ducked down behind it to grab something Roman stretched his neck as high as he could to keep watching him. He is also increasingly interested in what we're eating. When I was out to lunch the other day, I let him have little pieces of my steak tacos because he was pretty adamant about wanting some, and then yesterday I was trying to scarf down a sandwich while he played, but as soon as he saw me with food his little eyes lit up, so I cut up some avocado for him, and we ate lunch together. And while I know that he's still just a little guy, he definitely seems less and less "baby" all the time. He's just more independent these days, and he's able to play on his own for much longer periods now, which makes me happy and sad all at the same time. And you'll have to forgive the crappiness of these pictures; our other camera makes me so angry that I refuse to use it, but we are going to get a good camera soon, so, unfortunately, the photos I have are all from my phone. This first picture is Rome and his friend Finn; we headed over to The Lost Abbey for some yummy beer (and since it's a tasting room and not a bar the kids could come), so Rome and Finn showed their love on their shirts... It's hard to get two kids under the age of one to look at the camera at the same time. :)
And here's one of Marc and Rome at The Lost Abbey. Thank goodness for that backpack. It is seriously the best baby thing that we have purchased. Speaking of Marc and Rome, I have noticed the funniest thing! Whenever Marc is really concentrating on something he breathes through his bottom teeth. I am not sure if he realizes what he's doing when he's doing it, but if Marc really has to focus on something that's what he does. Well over the last couple of days, when Roman has been playing with these little stack-able toys, he has started to breathe through his bottom teeth while trying to figure them out. It's totally adorable to me, but it also makes me wonder what other odd traits of ours he will pick up.
Our eight month old Roman: still loves his Barnaby, but his Spot dog and Skippyjon Jones are close seconds; knows how to crawl... sort of; thinks it is hilarious to shriek at the top of his lungs; is sleeping through the night (hallelujah); will sing and talk to himself whenever he is playing with his toys or is sitting in his car seat; thinks it is super fun when you throw a burp cloth over his face; is starting to eat real solids; is obsessed with cereal puffs; loves being on the swings; has four teeth (his second top tooth is just barely poking through now); can give you hugs and kisses (I LOVE that); loves playing with that creepy Conan-duck in the tub; gets really excited when his dad comes home from work; loves to play with his little piano; has figured out that if he drops something on the floor while he's in his exer-saucer, mom will come over and pick it up; thinks that the dogs are the most fascinating things ever; loves to stare at himself in the mirror. He's just our silly little boy, and we are having so much fun with him!
