8 months old Keaton is 8 months old today. He's getting so long, so grown up. He has a delightful sense of humor. He loves to tease us, to shake toys at us and giggle as he watches us reach for them. He also loves to play peek-a-boo, shutting doors and then opening them and peering around to surprise us before retreating and shutting the door again. It's incredible to watch him develop. It's glorious.
His favorite things right now:
eating (anything and everything but especially graham crackers and black beans)
walking with someone holding his hands (he cannot walk on his own yet, though his friend
Mason, same age, can)
being thrown into the air
pulling up onto things and cruisin' on furniture
peek-a-boo that he initiates/controls
mirrors
knock knock/who's there/peek in/pull the latch/walk in. Do any of you know this thing?
drinking from a glass
waving
crawling super fast all over the house, especially on the carpeted areas.
That's all I can think of. He's absolutely perfect and incredible and I think he's a genius and superior being. I want a hundred more baby Keatons, but for now I'll happily lap up every second I get to spend with this one. More recent pictures on his
shutterfly site.