It has been 8 months since Bear came into my life. Our life.

I can't believe how much time has passed. How big my little man has gotten. How perfect he is, how wonderful he makes me feel, how incredible life is.

When Bear was born, everything was such a surprise. The whole experience was surreal almost. But then he was here, and I was truly honestly amazed at how much love can fill your heart instantly.





Then they actually let us take him home! What were they thinking?! At the time, I was so scared and terrified and calm and in pain, I couldn't believe that they actually trusted us enough to be able to keep him happy, and fed, and alive. I know that sounds sad, but wow, what a scary thing to do.



And slowly but surely, we figured out what to do, I nursed him all the time. We kept him dry, he even slept a couple hours here and there.





One day turned into two, turned into a week, and then a month had passed by. He started to hold his head up better. He started to kind of smile at us. He ate and slept better. He was perfect.



His first bath was a treat. He loved it. It was chilly in the house, and I turned the heat on, put his towel in front of the heater to warm it up and he looked like he was in heaven. To this day, he really loves bath time.





I went back to work, when he was 6 weeks old. It was so hard. But coming home to see his smiles and hear what he did all day, and spend that time with him when I came home, was the absolute best. It totally made me appreciate every single second I spent with him. His first tummy time!



Then all the sudden he was 2 months old.



And then 3 months.



Christmas came and went.




4 months old.(Never mind the face, we had a hard time with shots)


He got a jump a roo thing at 4 months old. It soon became his favorite thing to do.


Along with the famous Bumbo (this one is a cheap knock off version, but it still worked.)


Became a pro at tummy time. Started 'army crawling'.



Started to really love the camera. Still will ham it up when I bring it out.


We bought a high chair, and he really loved that. Started eating cereal.


5 months old. ( I couldn't just choose one, sorry)




Our first self family portrait. (notice how different every ones eyes are?)


Creativity


6 months old, and angry Bear. FEEED me MAMA!



A Bear and his Bear.


Loves to make a beeline for my computer if left alone for 1.4 seconds.


Right around almost 7 months, he started to pull up on things.



A little Mom and Dad love.



7 months old.


We FINALLY got a crib. Daddy picked it out and everything. Bear loves his new bed.


Went to the zoo.


Takes baths in the sink now, still loves them.


8 months old. ( Scroll back to the 2 month shot...notice how he's grown?)


His wonderful hair.


All handsome.


Nomnomnomnomnom.


I can't believe 8 months have passed. I can't wait for the next 8. The next 8 years, the next 80 years. Well, ya know what I mean. He is the best.