Luke's eight months old today. This has been a big month for him. About two weeks ago he mastered the army crawling, and he has been non-stop crawling ever since. He roams all over the house. Ashlyn was changing his outfit today and wondered what he had gotten all over himself. I assured her he had just been sweeping up the floor letting me know how inadequate my cleaning habits are. He is still a ridiculously happy little guy. There are no signs of teeth yet. He loves to eat, and sometimes he makes a sound like he's a purring cat.
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| I love how happy he is! |
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| He instinctively heads for the most dangerous areas such as this laundry room door that everyone uses to come into the house through the garage. Also if not shut he can access the stairs that way. |
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| Hanging out in his johnny jump up. He's seems really disinterested in standing up. |
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| I love this face. |
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| More happy baby. |
Crawling under the exersaucer.
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| He'll get up on his hand and knees to rock back and forth a little bit before doing the army crawl again. |
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