Nolan: Month Eight

Sitting down to write these posts has become even sweeter with time. I get to reminisce, write whatever I want about you, and not apologize for my oo-ing and aw-ing about how much we adore you. I wonder what you'll think as you read through these one day.

Sheer mommy-moment bliss.

Let's recap your eighth month of life:

Your daddy celebrated his 26th birthday this month. 

On his birthday last year, we found out we were having a boy!

You attended and watched your first baseball game. Bub catches for Pike County High, and I truly believe you're his biggest (littlest) fan. 

We hope you love baseball as much as we do.

We celebrated our first Easter as a family of three.

Bub went to his first prom, and we all got to see him off.

You have two teeth now! And no, I don't intend to document every single one ;).

*Getting a picture of your teeth is near impossible.*

You say "Da-Da" and "talk" a whole bunch. It's seriously the cutest thing. 

My favorite is when you go, "Haayyy."

Most days, you are super independent and perfectly content just living your life.

You still love food. It's hard to keep track of all that you'll eat nowadays.

Long trips have become a little more taxing. You get bored in the car after a while and are not afraid to tell us about it.

Shorter trips are still dreamy though.

You and I went to the Oatland Island Wildlife Center with a dear friend and her two babes.
Look, a bison!

You're laughing more often, and it is still just as adorable.

Crawling isn't happening yet, but you scoot (backwards) on your belly.

Riding in the jeep with the doors off and the wind in your hair is totally your thing.
Which is good because it's our thing too ;).

This stage has been my most favorite so far. Your personality is thriving and your dad and I couldn't be more terrified of what lay ahead when it comes to you and your spunky self, kid.

I joooke.

But you are spunky. And a hoot. And it is going to be an adventure. 

But we love it now and forever.

Happy eight months, buddy boy!

A Weekend of Firsts

This past weekend was CRAZY. Crazy busy but crazy fun.

Nolan's first:

time celebrating Daddy's birthday

baseball game

(lots of cheering made you cry)

Easter

Kevin's birthday was Friday, and celebrating him is always the best. 

We made a quick (and I mean quick) trip to hometown to watch Bub play baseball Friday night with his high school team (they won!). Life gets busy, and we didn't want to end up not seeing a game this season. It's a long story, but Kev ended up flying to Atlanta from the Bahamas to meet up with us. Good thing he made it for his own birthday party ;).

After the game, the family devoured some BBQ at one of the local favorites. There was cake, and there were presents, and Nolan was such a trooper. He stayed up way past his bedtime and hung in there with us until the very last minute when his head hit the pillow (figuratively, of course).

And then, yesterday, we celebrated our first Easter as a family of three. 

It was a weekend that left us tired, our hearts full, and our souls refreshed. 

And I think it's safe to say we'd totally do it all again and again...

 

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 Easter Sunday

Obligatory family photo

 Buds

Eiley Beth, Titus, & Nolan

Nolan: Month Seven

We're wrapping up what should probably be considered our most "eventful" month yet. You are growing and doing so much, I can barely keep up to make sure all of it's included in this blog. 

Here's to hoping I don't leave anything out!

You found your laugh. Ahh, yes. That adorable, contagious, watched-multiple-times-by-multiple-people laugh! It's too bad that video never went viral. Ha! No, but seriously. We loved hearing stories about the joy and laughter your laughter brought to others. And all I had to do was BARK. After that hysterical night, we barked, and barked, and barked some more. And you know what? You haven't laughed like that since. We blame it on the fact that you were a little sleepy and loopy that evening and would have probably laughed at anything. But don't mind me if I randomly bark in public or something else overly obnoxious ;).

You love food. We've added sweet peas, sweet potato, pears, yellow squash, and oatmeal to the menu.
Your favorite? Anything with cinnamon.

You officially started using the high chair. And the reason that's cool is because it actually use to be mine. Hand-me-downs and other things of nostalgia are simply the best.

And let's talk about this Ergo carrier. I'm borrowing it from a friend, and let's just say it is a God-send. We're still on the "What's a nap schedule?" schedule (it works for us), but being out and about could get tricky. However, you'll sleep on the go in that carrier. Alleluia.

Being outside is your favorite.

Bubble baths are way too fun.

Need something? Oh you don't like that? That's fine. You'll just "cough."

You're holding your own bottle and sitting up by yourself now.

Your first bout with sickness sent us to the ER. What could have been much worse ended up being a viral infection your body was able to fight on its own over the course of a few days. But that fever of 104.5 was NOT okay. Just not.

You took your first beach trip to Hilton Head Island.

Your first tooth popped up last week. Daddy found it.
Here you are with Daddy, brushing that tooth for the first time:

You're working on consonant sounds. You say, "Mmmmm" and "Buh buh buh" a lot.
"Muh-Muh" TOTALLY slips out from time to time!

You've been trying the sippy cup for a few days now. It's a work in progress.

Your favorite book is Diggers by John Abbott.

Your dad and I check in on you every night before we go to bed. I'm not exactly sure when that started, but we love it. You are such a cute sleeper.

Oh and Uncle Chris made a surprise visit to Savannah all the way from Germany. And he brought lobster! Family visits are the BEST.

You're 7 months old, kiddo!

We can't imagine life without you.