Heya Soy Sauce-
It has been awhile. You are 8 months old. 8. MONTHS. OLD. I just can't believe it. I really can't. When people say "they grow up fast" they aren't lying. I know, it's only 8 months. You're not grown up. Not even close. But I swear I just gave birth to you. I swear you were just barely kicking around in my tummy. I swear you were just barely a teeny tiny helpless little thing that couldn't even roll over. And now you're crawling (official crawling began about 3 days ago) holding things, feeding yourself a bottle, babbling (still mostly "dada" but you've said "buh-buh" back to me when I call you that) even pulling yourself up in your crib a little bit. You started to sit up on your own at about 6 months. You laugh so easily and get the worst hiccups. You, me and Mae all hiccup when we laugh too hard.

You are still such a happy dude. So many people have commented on how they have never seen a baby smile so much and cry so little. You never cry. You are just genuinely ecstatic to be alive. If only we could all be like you, Sawyer! You are an amazing example to me already. I want to live each day like you, smiling, happy to be with the people I love, giddy about everything. Boy are you precious to us.

You adore your big sister. If you even hear her voice you start to push into me towards her and craning your neck around to find her. And when she rounds that corner, boy, do you wiggle and jump and squeal!  You guys are so fun to watch together. I love you guys so much. I love you I love you I love you. I love to kiss your sweet cheeks. You give me big hugs and open mouthed kisses that are so slobbery and sometimes even hurt because you gnaw on my face. I have zits on my face where you give me these awesome fish kisses, but I could really care less! I love how affectionate you are. I am lucky to have two very affectionate, snuggly kids.

I love you, my sweet, handsome boy!