1. I can crawl. FAST.
2. I can pull up on furniture. Sometimes even gracefully.
3. I'm an accomplished musician.
4. I have a girlfriend (She sits in my lap at school. And I let her).
5. I talk like you wouldn't believe. And I practice different pitches and place emphasis on different syllables of my two syllable utterances just to see how language can sound.
6. I can turn pages in books.
7. I can walk when mommy holds my hands.
8. I can open drawers and cupboards
9. I eat Gerber puffs.
But along with these new skills comes new restrictions. My life is a cacophony of "Mikey, don't touch that." "Mikey, electrical cords aren't toys." "Mikey, you're going to poke your eye out, kid."
It's very frustrating. I'm a big boy now. I'm ready for these challenges in mind if not in body. Have you seen my pants? They've got no snaps! NO SNAPS!
Come to think of it, eight months is a very dramatic age. I'm trapped somewhere between a boy and a man. And I don't like it one bit.
