8 months and ice cream

Easton turned 8 months old on Sunday. I remembered at 8p.m. right before bed time. He let me get this shot.
And then gave me the "death stare." He was really, really ready for bed.
He is doing great at sitting up now--finally. I wasn't sure if that skill would ever come and is army crawl/crawling all over the place. We got it on film last night, so I'll get that video up here ASAP. Easton constantly babbles and is working on saying dada. He is really close and only whispers it when he says it, which is super cute. He is currently trying to transition from 3 naps to 2 naps a day and is driving me crazy, but we will get there. He is eating food like a champ--except for those darn carrots and peas and he still doesn't have any teeth. I know that this will likely mean that he gets four at one time. Lucky me.

While at Mt. Rushmore, he had another first. Ice cream. Needless to say, it was a big hit. Judging from my love-affair with the stuff, he is doomed for life, so we might as well start him young.