Gavin turned 8 months old last week. Yup, he's my 3rd. Takes me longer to get the pictures taken and on the blog. I don't think this laid back little fella will mind at all, though. He's a big 'ole happy 8 month old!!
At 8 months, Gavin is using "rolling" as his means to get where he wants to go. He'll roll across the floor, or into another room, and then scoot the last few inches to get exactly where he wants to be. It works! He feeds himself chopped up table food--tonight he had baked beans and mac & cheese. He can feed himself, messily, with a spoon. He holds his own bottle. He is learning to drink from a straw. Do you catch the theme here? If it involves food, he is mastering it. Little man is motivated by his tummy--kinda reminds me of Pooh Bear (cute movie, by the way).
The brothers are making sure to include him in their fun and games. I am so thankful for that. We build tents, and they want Baby Gavin under it with them. They post for silly-face pictures, and they want Baby Gavin to pose, too. See....
Middle Man has started potty training. But, we are taking a very laid back approach to it. He wears underwear some every day. But, we put it on when he wants to and take it off when he is ready. Some days its for 30 minutes. One day, we did it for 5 hours. He doesn't do so well with transitions and isn't the people pleaser that his big brother is, so I think this approach works well for us. We'll see what happens. His potty prizes are bits of candy and he gets one for him AND for Owen when he goes. So, you know Owen is in there getting this boy on the potty often so they can both get candy. This afternoon, Liam got the underwear wet and he said "Wiam sorry, momma" so sweetly I almost cried. I reminded him that we are just practicing and that it's okay. What a big boy he is!
Man, they grow and change in the blink of an eye, don't they?
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