Homaigosh can you believe it? Paul is going to be eight months old tomorrow! He's now able to search his own crib for his dummy, and just the other day I caught him rolling around in his crib searching for his sippy cup. Nowadays he also knows how to hold up his own sippy cup and drink from it (of course he doesn't quite know how to tilt his head backwards yet, so I prop him up against some pillows and he will be slurping away.
Feels like just a few months ago Eric went on bended knee to ask me to be his wife, just a few weeks ago we walked down the aisle, and just days ago I told Eric I was pregnant. Now I have a little tyke who knows how to mischievously look at me when I say 'camera'! I overdid the camwhoring with the baby bit since he was a kid, and the plus of this is he seems to be a natural model for the camera.
Still thinking on whether I wanna send the kid to a professional studio to do one of those baby in vegetable suits photoshoot. Eric frowns upon it and says, 'But why do you want to subject your kid to such torture? Don't dress my kid up as a pumpkin please!'
Thing is, we only get to do this sort of 'baby in a tomato suit' thing once in our life, and well, I wonder sometimes, why not?