The Eighth Month

I never want to forget...

Your tick-tock noise. How you all of the sudden hate to have your diaper changed. Your personality beginning to show. Your attention to little details. How you flick things with your index finger. Your love of the doorstoppers. The greater interest in your Daddy. My shoogity boogity. Jiminy Crickets. Dancing around to Christmas music. Buying your first Christmas present. Seeing you stand by yourself for the first time. That you know our house and how to get around it... no matter where the furniture is. How much fun you are.