Lucas has fully recovered from his fever, I never knew exactly what caused it but he seems fine now, it’s as if he didn’t have fever at all. I’m glad he’s all better. He turns 8 months old today. I said it before, I’ll say it again, time flies by so fast, it’s as if it was only yesterday that I held him in my arms for the first time. Now, he can sit up on his own, roll on his stomach and he can even pull himself up. He usually is able to sleep through the night, but sometimes he would wake up to breastfeed. He still wakes up very early, but I guess that’s because he wants to see his Daddy go off to work. He has grown quite fond of his walker and is enjoying the freedom of being able to move around the house on his own, in areas where everything fragile is not within his reach anyway. He still puts everything in his mouth, and he’s tooth has yet to come out. He loves watching t.v., especially commercials or t.v. ads. He loves to snack on practically anything you give him, he especially loves peanut butter sandwich and brownies. He prefers juice over water, but still drinks his water when I give it to him. He loves the sound of paper when you crumple it. He laughs at Chakai’s simplest of antics. He loves getting his picture taken, just like Chakai. He’s not so dependent on his pacifier like he used to, and would only want it if he sees it, but he doesn’t look for it anymore. He’s becoming a fan of Daddy but he’s still and always will be Mommy’s little boy.
I can’t wait for him to grow up and yet part of me doesn’t want him to grow up. It’s weird, it’s what it is, it’s quite hard to explain how I feel right now, I feel happy and sad at the same time. Only a mother can feel different emotions at the same exact time. Or maybe it’s just me, in that case, I’m weird.
Here’s a few pictures.