..and my sweet baby is 8 months old! I can't really believe it. The last 8 months have gone by extremely quickly.
Jack is feeling better today. When the Motrin wears off he turns into a sad little whiny guy. When it's working, he's all over the place again. When we're not playing "What's on your head?", Jack likes to pick a toy or bowl (or any of the pieces of baby crap strewn around our house) and push it around. He'll crawl with one hand on the toy and scoot from room to room. I'm sure this will only be entertaining to him for a short while. Then it will be on to a new trick. Today at least he finds this very entertaining.
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