Things I love about George
in the season of month eight:
-Crawling! Climbing! Pulling! Going! All! Hours! You're! Awake!
-You are just starting to wave. It's fairly inconsistent, but you're figuring it out.
-You can spend an unbelievable amount of time working on your pincer grasp with small pieces of dirt on the floor... (I need to sweep and vacuum WAY more.)
-You are soaking everything up. It's a really fun stage!
-In the mornings, you wake up and whisper growl at everything. You also scrunch your nose, which delights me to no end.