The 8-Month Birthday Post...

Finally a picture of me at 8 months! Thanks Kavi, for letting me borrow this photo from your blog.

At eight months, Saavan is cuter than ever. He's gaining some mad crawling skills, and will waive at you when you leave the room (although he may just be moving his arms around randomly; it's hard to tell). He's a big fan of carrots, apples, and pears, but does not appear to be digging the peas. He's also begun protesting whenever we try to put clothes on him. It's not that he objects to the wearing of clothes (it would be awesome if he was a little nudist), but all of a sudden, he hates the process. I assure you, when you're trying to put a squirming infant into a onesie, if he's not cooperating, it's more of a pain in the ass than you could possibly imagine.

Is this entry short? You bet it is! But I'm writing it well after Saavan's 8-month birthday. Why? Because PCs suck.