Eight month pic with my friend Pooh "Eight" is because I'm eight months old! In terms of milestones, I guess this one isn't a huge one for the general population -- I don't get to see my doctor, clothes are 6-9 months, and food would still be Stage 2 -- but Mommy still celebrated with me.
I went to Molly's 1st birthday party recently. It was fun! I was a little scared of the doggies -- I must have gotten that from Daddy -- but I really liked the water table and playing outside. It's hard to believe that my friends from my playgroup are already starting to have birthdays!
Last week, Mommy thought I was getting a runny nose, so she stayed home with me on Friday. By Friday afternoon, it was a full-blown cold with snot bubbles and all! Then, on Saturday, I showed Mommy who's boss and gave her my cold. I was so effective, she was uber-sick by Sunday -- cold sweats, migraines, cough, and terrible sore throat. Poor Mommy!
She and Daddy decided that if I was feeling as badly as she was feeling, I needed to see a doctor asap. They took me to Acute Kids (after the Cowboys game was done), and the doctor gave me more antibiotics. Since I just finished a round of meds, he gave me something with a broader spectrum (whatever that means). At the end of the appointment, he asked Mommy if there was anything else she needed, and she asked him if he would look at her throat, too. He did and said that her throat looked worse than mine and she should go to her doctor (although I don't see why my doctor couldn't do it ... he had popsicles!). Since we were both sick and wanted to keep from Daddy getting it, too, I got to sleep with Mommy that night. Hehe.
On Monday, I stayed home with Mommy again even though she wasn't feeling well at all. We went to go visit her doctor who gave her the same medicine I'm taking! But I don't think hers tastes as good as mine; they look like horse pills! Then on Tuesday morning, Mommy stayed home with me while she tried to recover more before going back to work this afternoon; she was trying to wait 24 hours from when she had a fever. No fever = no contagious cooties, right? Even though it was fun hanging out with Mommy all those days, I also had a good time returning to school to play with my friends.
Mommy and Daddy are having a hard time keeping up with me and my crawling. They're planning out where to put the gates to pen me in, but for now they just chase me around and try to keep up. As for my talking, in addition to "boo-boo", "ya", "aya", and "eh?", I've mastered "baba", "dada", and "papa". "Bada", "daba", and "paba" even gets thrown in there as variations. As for "mama"? That sneaks out every so often, usually when I'm upset.
Oh, yeah. "Five and Six"? That would be Tooth #5 and Tooth #6. I've got two more coming up on the bottom, and they sure are making me cranky! Mommy created my October album where there are lots more pictures!
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