
Jay is growing, growing, growing! He weighs about 17 pounds now and turned 8 months old 2 days ago. He's such a handsome little boy (although I
am very biased). He's sleeping through the night really well now. At 8:30pm we give him a bath, put on his jammies, feed him milk (breast or bottle depending on if mommy's home), read him a story, put him in his crib and sing him a song. Most nights he whines for a few minutes and then falls asleep. He sleeps almost every day until 7am (although mom's had a few lucky day

s this past week when he's slept until 8am!). One big accomplishment lately is that he's finally decided to eat solid foods regularly. He loves s
weet potatoes and bananas best. He also likes this fruit/cereal medley available in the Spanish grocery stores. He's also eating Cheerios, although I'm still paranoid and break the O's into fourths :) He does watch the occasional Baby Einstein video (I know, I know... no TV until they're 2 - but sometimes that little break is necessary!). He thinks the puppets ar

e absolutely hilarious and laughs at them every time he sees them. Man, the lady who created those movies is a genius! Jay pretty much just watches "Baby's First Moves" and I do justify it a little by turning it on in Spanish. Let's see, what else - lately Jay has loved razzing. He also really likes bobbing his hand back and forth against his mouth to make a "ba, ba, ba, ba" sound. He does the same when he's up against your shoulder. He likes playing peek-a-boo and also loves the suspense when you slowly creep towards him in the game of "I'm going to get you." His favorite word is definitely still "da da" though he does still say "na na" and throws other sounds int

o the mix too. He's definitely a very vocal, social boy and loves when anyone is paying attention to him. So far (knock on wood) he's still great with new people. He doesn't seem to be afraid of anyone and when I pass him off, he just looks back at me as if to say, "this is okay, right mom?" When I smile back he's totally okay being in someone else's arms. Another wonderful thing is that he loves being with his daddy. And what a wonderful daddy he has! Mike hangs out with Jay regularly while I go to dinners on base, the gym with Maria or elsewhere. It's great for all of us. He still isn't crawling, but seems to be okay with it. He sits up and reaches and reaches for his toys when they're out of his immediat

e range. He's very flexible and sometimes I see him play this little game where he falls
back on the pillow behind him, sits up, falls back again, sits up etc. until he's close enough to get a toy - the falling back and sitting up inches him forward just enough. Babycenter says that with the new Back to Sleep campaign most babies crawl between 7 and 10 months now, and then there are those who walk first. I like how every time I tell a mom he's not crawling yet they say, "Lucky you! Don't rush it!" There's only one little part of me left that questions this non-crawling state. Anyone out there know if there's any truth to the idea that the brain grows more if a baby crawls first? All I can figure is that there must be many a smart person out there who didn't crawl right away. I know, I'm a paranoid mom. What can I say?
Before I sign off, I have to write down another story that puts me on the "every mom's done it at least once" list. Fair warning - don't read this part if you're eating. Last Friday Jay and

I were on a walk with Maria and Johnny. Before we left the house Jay had eaten a whole jar of sweet potatoes (a huge accomplishment for him at that point). All of a sudden I smelled... yes, poopy sweet potatoes. Being as there are absolutely no public changing stations in our town, I had to change him on his stroller. As I started changing him, I realized that this was no little poop, it was the big enchilada. Poop was all over his clothes and the stroller. Then, when I ever so carefully took the diaper off and held up his legs, one foot got loose and went straight into the mess! After using up every wipe I had (thank goodness I had brought them!) and putting on a fresh diaper, I reached into my diaper bag to find new clothes. Well, all I found was a onsie and a sweatshirt - not exactly what I needed for a cold, windy day. I put the long-sleeved onsie on and then Maria ingeniously took the sweatshirt and put Jay's legs through the arm holes. Vua la! He was warm, comfy and clean. Moral of the story: never go anywhere with a baby without bringing a complete change of clothes.
Well, there are the updates for our healthy, growing baby boy. This post is mostly for historical record purposes (we assume Jay will someday have a biography written about him) and for

grandmas and grandpas - they always want to know more :) That's all for now!