At 8 months, Henry remains bright-eyed, squeezable, kissable and ticklish, all the good qualities a baby should possess.
Usually if he is well rested and well fed, he is a very pleasant baby. He loves his thumb, which is the cutest thing ever.
But lately the cute little man has been screaming his head off if he is not
being held securely in my arms or is not feeding himself graham
crackers. Or so it seems.
Speaking of food and eating, Henry has eight teeth. I'm waiting for all this screaming of late to produce more teeth. Always nice to blame fussiness on teething!