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8 Months! Gasp!


Dear Grady~

Can you bring any more joy in our lives? Seriously kid! Everyday you make us laugh and smile. Your sweet spirit is such a blessing. The love and relationship between you and Jack is astounding. He loves you so much and you are still in awe of him. He calls you Grades which I think is so sweet. You love to watch Jack and daddy play and wrestle just waiting for the day when you can get in the mix.

You still aren't officially crawling. You do crawl backward and push yourself forward on all fours to get where you want to go. You get those legs going but your hands are glued to the floor. You get on your hands and feet straightening your legs out and kind of "walk" forward. You also LOVE to stand! I think you'd much rather stand than try to crawl. Mommy and daddy have to get you in standing position but once there, you are good on your own and oh-so-proud of yourself!

I know you said "mama" the other day but "dada" is still your word of choice. You had quite the conversation last night with mommy and daddy on the bed making all kinds of new sounds. You had so much to tell us. I loved watching your little lips form all those new sounds. So cute! Speaking of your mouth, you have two teeth on the bottom. We woke up one day and poof, teeth appeared. I couldn't believe it! You didn't cry, whine, fuss, nothing. I am crossing my fingers and toes that this will be our teething pattern.

I really don't think anything really upsets you. I have only heard you really cry when you bonk yourself on something. Other than that, you just kind of hang out and go with the flow typically with a smile on your face. You do give us this look (like the picture above) that says to me, "Really folks?" I love that look.

We love you more than words. You are our "good and perfect gift from above!" God is so good blessing us with you. He knew we needed a little Grady in our lives! Until next month my sweet angel...



You are such a happy little guy! Your smile lights up any room!


Daddy and I love your crazy fuzzy red hair! We play with it all the time. It's who you are!





Always trying to be on the move!


You still adore your brother and love playing with him.


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BML said…
I like the one where he's eating the grass... As always, amazing pics friend!
December 27, 2009 at 10:24 PM
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