eight months

Cameron has been up to no good this month. UP TO NO GOOD. He's a baby on the move and don't you dare try to tell him that it isn't cool to chew on wires. DON'T YOU DARE try to stop him. It started as the inch worm where he'd sort of throw himself forward to get where he is going and then one day he got up on his knees and figured out how to alternate them and I've been trying to talk myself off the ledge since.
 
Not really, I'm not sure that the actually moving is that much worse than the being pissed off that you can't move. Although now when he sees Ski or I, he crawls over to our feet and demands to be picked up. And when we pick him up, he immediately dives for the floor. I do no understand this madness. WHICH IS IT, baby? Do you want to be held or do you want to play on the floor because it is a physical impossibility to do both at the same time. IT ISN'T MOMMY'S FAULT, get mad at the universe instead, it's just the way things work. It's called GRAVITY.

The other night he was winding down for the night playing his his crib and I was doing what I do every night (putting away the NEVER ENDING laundry) and I went into our bedroom for like seven seconds and when I came back the little boy was STANDING in his crib. He caught my eye and he literally laughed out loud. I swear he was mocking me. The little turkey.

Some nicknames have started to stick: His dad calls him C-Dawg and I call him Bubba, Buster and Big Boy most of the time. Renee calls him Pam or Cammon. He'll never live that down. Our little baby boy Pam, we love him so.

I busted him saying Dadadadadada over and over the other day and my suspicions were confirmed: He's a daddy's boy at heart. He busts his little butt over to Ski's feet at record speed when he comes in from work and I secretly laugh to myself that's it's his turn to hold him because the baby? He's not light and he gets awfully heavy to hold all day. I'm putting my money on 23 pounds.

He still is pretty dramatic about his belly and will literally scream his fool head off all morning until he poops. After that he is instantly transformed from monster to angel. I'm not sure what is causing his belly ache or if it is just the belly that God gave him but I feel bad for him a lot of the time because I know he doesn't WANT to be fussy. He just wants to poop already and his body can't catch up to his brain. Sort of like how I don't want to eat a bag of M&Ms every day but my body just can't talk my brain out of it. I can totally empathize.

He's a snuggle bug, waking in the night to make sure we are still there. Thankfully he's OK with either Ski and I doing the holding, a trick that he could have taught his sister a thing or two about when she was a baby. Most of the time I think he wakes up because he is ramming his head into the crib and it hurts. I do not understand this either. Why the crawling in his sleep? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY BABIES DON'T JUST SLEEP. They would be so much happier if they did. He's getting better though, 60 percent of the time he gets up between 2-3AM, eats or snuggles and then goes back to sleep until 6AM or so. The other 40% of the time, however, he is up and down ALL NIGHT running into the sides of his crib and on those nights you can find me in my glider in the dark tearing my eyeballs out with my fingernails.

I love his little bald head and I will never forget how soft it is on my cheek and on my lips. I hope he never gets hair because honestly, I can't get enough of the baldness.

I love how ticklish he is and how he pulls his feet away when I touch them and how he laughs the greatest belly laughs when I blow raspberries on his chubby little belly.

I love the dimples on his knees and his elbows and that one rough patch of skin on his shin that I have no clue as to what the cause of it is.

I love how he  wraps his arms around me when I pick him up and grabs a fistful of hair for each hand and how he squeezes me in a way that only Cameron can...so strong and so sure of himself.

I love how he flops around like a fish when he's trying to get comfortable, so aggressive and angry and WHY AREN'T YOU LETTING ME GET COMFORTABLE, MOTHER?

And I love most of all how once he finds the magic place how he goes instantly limp, falling asleep literally like the switch of a light just when I am sure that he'll be flopping around there in my arms forever ever.

If only I could make it so that he would be small enough to flop around in my arms forever and ever. I would do it if I could.

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[Rhonda]

You have the most beautiful children. I love reading about them and seeing their sweet faces. Now I just need to get back there to meet them.