Sammy is 8 months!

Oh, man. Eight months is super cool. Sammy is really on his way to walking, he's not even as interested in crawling, just standing. He wants to be standing whenever possible and this month he's much more steady. (Let's just say that last month, his balance wasn't so great and he fell over more than once.) All this moving around really works up an appetite so he's been eating lots of solids and less nursing.

Unfortunately, all of the eating during the day isn't helping his sleeping at night. He's taken to waking up at around 3 a.m., wide awake and ready to play. This past Saturday night, I was pleased that I'd had the foresight to records an episode of Saturday Night Live to watch as I rocked Sammy in the deep dark hours of the morning.

Alas, it's hard to be angry at the little guy. He's too cute. (An elderly lady in the store told Chris tonight: "You've got a good looking boy there. When he grows up, he'll be a real heart thumper.") Of course that red hair makes people oooh and ahhh, but I especially love his little smile and the way he shakes his head like he's saying no, but maybe he's thinking: I'm a little rock star. He's definitely a charmer: Last month he also said a distinctive "Dada" but this month, he's added "Mama" and usually he's looking for or at me. *Sigh*

As for Olivia, she's awesome as always. We'll have to update on the 19th. In the meantime, here she is at around 7 months and Sammy at the same age and wearing the same hat. Love these two!