Apologies, apologies for not updating in so long. No good excuse, really, just life going by so fast that I do all I can to keep up. Whine”¦

Plus, we’ve got big news! Auggie got his first tooth last night! It’s so weird — nothing yesterday, but a rough patch on his gums today! Plus, he pulled himself up to standing for the first time last night. I’m like, whoa, slow down! You’re growing too fast, little boy!

He’s going to be eight months old tomorrow. I can’t believe it. Heck, four more weeks and he’ll officially be outside of me for longer than he was inside. Crazy.

So, what’s been going on, you ask? Well, let me tell you, not a whole lot. We’ve been hanging out, waiting for spring. Since it seems like spring is finally here, we’re totally excited to get out of this house. Auggie has a tree swing that I bought for him back in February, so we’ve been taking advantage of that lately. He thinks it’s pretty cool.

August also loves the dogs now. He thinks that Kirby is the funniest thing ever. I mean, Kirby can be asleep on the back of the chair with his head on my shoulder and August just cracks up. Who knows why? Auggie also loves cats. We’ve visited friends that have cats and he is totally riveted whenever they’re around. He tried to grab them, like he does the dogs, but the cats are too fast.

A funny moment: August trying to catch Coco’s tail, which is wagging too quickly for him to grasp. He doesn’t seem to understand.

Tim and I are trying to teach August some sign language, which is fun. It seems that when you teach a baby sign language, they will be able to sign something like 75 words, even though they can’t say a single one yet. So far, we’re working on eat, more, milk and all done. I can’t wait until he makes his first sign! Especially since the only word he says right now is “dadadadadada.” Not that he realizes what it means”¦

August is eating everything in sight now. He loves Cheerios, bread and chicken. He’s still nursing great, just really spacing out his feedings now.

I’m feeling pretty nostalgic already. I just got home from a La Leche League meeting and seeing the mommies there with their tiny little ones makes it all the more poignant that my little baby is getting closer and closer to being a little boy. Since this is the only one that Tim and I want to have, each moment is that much more precious. I want to take every day and put it in a little box in my mind, so I can go back and open it and remember how wonderful he was on Day 160 or Day 201. Sniff.

I went to an old high school friend’s baby shower yesterday who informed me that she was only going to nurse for 3 or 4 months, until she goes back to work. I just smiled a little smile and thanked goodness that at least she was going to nurse, knowing full well that if she nurses for 3 or 4 months, there’s no way she’s going to want to stop just because she’s going back to work! It’s hard to imagine that nursing him would be such a wonderful part of mothering my baby, but it really is. It’s so much more than just a meal. It’s a dose of happiness when he’s sad, instant relief when he’s hurting, a potent sleep aid when he’s not wanting to close his eyes and a quiet moment for me in our increasingly hectic days.

Sigh.