everett at 8 months

Two whole thirds of a year old. Wasn't it just like last week that I was moaning and groaning about my swollen ankles and how I was just NEVER going to have this baby? Here he is, 8 months old. He laughs hysterically at his brothers, has one tooth, and loves emptying his toy basket. He sleeps through the night almost every night now, most of the time for 12 hours at a stretch. I couldn't have asked for a happier, easier baby.

I'm surprised his cheeks don't have permanent indentations from the 1,459,236 kisses he gets from me each day.