8 Months Old!

The little man is 8 months old.  Can't believe it!  He celebrated the occasion by getting his first tooth a day before his birthday.  I have been blaming every bad mood for the past five months on teething, but when the occasion finally arrived I didn't even notice a change in his mood.  I think he is already getting #2 which seems to bothering him more.  He was just chewing on a teething biscuit...and now Artie is chewing on the teething biscuit...nabbed it right out of the little guy's hand.  Ha, ha!  More milestones?  He is sitting like a champ, clapping, bounces a little to dance (if we are lucky he will inherit my sweet dance moves), and shakes his head no, no, no!  He also survived his first (and hopefully last)  fall of the bed.  Oops!  No signs of crawling yet, so I think we've still got a while before that fun begins.  Here are some of our latest pics.

Hey, I can't see!

Here I am!

Ronan and Rogan

I think Jules could totally handle two...he, he.

We call this the Limburg baby...hiding from the camera so his crib looks empty on the monitor.

Just lookin' cute...love those baby blues!

First Cheerio...not sure what to do.

Clapping

Ready for some shuffle board

Dying Easter eggs with Jules and Rogan (look closely and you can see Rogan in the back with the same
idea as Ronan)
 

Hanging out with some pals

Our Family Easter Picture.  Thanks to the Alexandrunas family for having us over for Easter brunch and egg hunt!  Grandma and Grandpa Murph then came over an took us for Easter dinner and stayed Monday to babysit so I could work. 

                                            

New big boy PJs

Chewing on a teething biscuit.  I was a little suprised when I looked away for a moment, looked back, and half of the biscuit was gone.  He fought pretty hard as I tried to pry it out of his mouth.

Tubbing outside

Helping dad with some yardwork.

The End.