What a face!

Yesterday Max discovered the joy of the teething biscuit. Still no teeth coming in (as you can see), but man did he love sucking on it and gumming it. I have gone from having spit up all over my clothes to having his food all over me (and of course all over him ) after each meal. Now I will also have teething biscuit residue all over me apparently. He needed a bath after his first experience with the biscuit!

His winter coat is still a little big for him, but it does keep him warm. By the end of the winter it should fit just right. : )

I have been doing some grant writing the last couple weeks, and Max has already started with the separation anxiety, so we have had some fussy times, but here's a happy smile - playing with a new toy from the Barrs.

I see baby Mike when I look at this picture of Max:

I just took this picture off my phone. At Christmas we definitely thought there were some teeth coming - but still no evidence. With as much as he enjoyed gnawing on the chair, I am surprised he hasn't started doing this with his crib rails.

In less than a week Max will be 8 months old. He is starting to wave, cruising around his crib, holding up his arms to be picked up, showing a preference for certain toys (especially non-toy cell phones and remote controls!), and sleeping through the night!!! Hooray sleep training. It is certainly a work in progress, with short short naps during the day, but having him out of our bed and sleeping almost 12 hours at night feels like a small miracle.