I'm now that mom that cheers her little dude on as he "crawls" a foot across the floor looking like a injured caterpillar to retrieve a plastic measuring spoon that he finds to be the most interesting object he has ever slobbered on.
I'm now that mom that gets more excited to discover he got his first "toothy" (and yeah, toothy is somehow part of my vocabulary now) than . . . well, than if I discovered something actually exciting.
I'm now that mom that spent, well literally his entire life, combing Pinterest for the perfect Halloween costume even though I'm fully aware trick-or-treating is completely pointless when he can't really eat candy.
I'm now that mom that has turned life into a musical by singing nearly everything to him. (My personal favorite is the song I made up for him when he is ornery. Sung to the tune of " The Little Drummer Boy": "You are so grumpy grump bum bum bum bum. Dad is where you get your grumpiness from. Grump bum, bum, bum, bum. Grump bum, bum, bum, bum! Grump bum, bum, bum!"
And, yep, I'm that mom that updates her blog once a month with the insignificant crap my child learned how to do and shamelessly plug how adorable he is!
So, Mclain's 8 months, and he crawls, if that's what you want to call it (and that is what I do because it makes me fill better about the "maybe" slow development of my kids motor skills), he has a toothy! and is getting another, he dances (and when I say dances I mean nods his head like a white person) every time he hears music, he enjoys staring at his hand while doing the "come here" motion, and he got to pick out his first Halloween pumpkin (of course all the pictures I tried to get of him with it are just of him licking the stem.) And I am shamelessly proud of him and his freaking adorableness!
(Now precedes all the monthly pictures to prove how cute he is.)
