Aurick Virgil turned eight months on the seventh of June.
Now, I know I am hopelessly late once again, Rikki-Tikki, but it really is awfully difficult to keep up with things these days.
During his eighth month Aurick took his first trip to Florida. He was a wonderful road trip baby, really just rolling with the punches and taking naps when he could. He slept the whole trip in his moses basket, which I remembered to bring along at the last minute “just in case.” I’ve never had a baby keep sleeping in one so late (Elvie, Eldore, Beatrice and Aurick being the Moses Basket Babies) but this is likely because Aurick still is a lazy potato when it comes to gross motor skills, and he doesn’t move around much in his sleep. I think he liked how cozy it was.
(I mean “lazy potato” in the best way possible. I like potatoes, you know.)
His eyes have swung over to Clive Green. This doesn’t surprise me at all, as he seems to do basically everything Clive did as a baby, except scream incessantly in the carseat. (Thank goodness for that!)
He has had a real struggle in the solid food department, mostly just spitting absolutely everything out for about a month. Or maybe I didn’t try hard enough–but it was terribly discouraging knowing that whatever I gave him wasn’t going to go anywhere. I kept trying, though, and he kept spitting, and I kept remembering someone else doing the same thing at this age but I won’t say who because you already know who. Anyway, this particular person did start eating eventually and turned out OK, so I figured Aurick would, too.
He became much more steady sitting up this month, and loves to sit in the boppy pillow, pluck toys from a basket, and look at them intently. Once they’ve been inspected he tosses them aside and picks up another one. Once all the toys have been examined, he flaps his arms and whines for something else, and all the toys put back in the basket absolutely do not count as they have already passed the daily inspection. If no new toys can be found, he will flap his arms and whine to be picked up. His favorite place to be by far is being held where he can see everything.
He loves to talk–bah-bah-bah-bah–and then laugh in his funny little falsetto laugh. Peek-a-boo is his favorite game, which he will play with gusto with whomever happens to be close by. He doesn’t care for strangers, or at least he doesn’t mind them if they’ll keep their distance. He loves toys that make a lot of noise. He cackles and wriggles with joy when he sees his siblings. He laughs a lot.
This is as much as I can say without dipping into what I should be writing for his nine month post, which is just a few days away.