Eight Months....

Tyler turned eight months old last week and he truly is such a great baby. I've said on multiple occasions to Steve that I've just really enjoyed having Tyler. Not that I didn't enjoy the other two, but Owen was a surprise, and our first so I think with him there was the first time parent panic of are we doing this right? is he growing right? am I feeding him enough food? will he make it to his first birthday? and those type of things that babyhood seemed to fly by so fast. And AJ...well, with AJ there was also 1.5 year old Owen who kept me so crazy busy that I hardly had the time or presence of mind to really just drown myself in the beauty of my baby.

But Tyler is different for some reason. AJ and Owen are older, and more self-sufficient. Tyler is a solid 3 years behind AJ and the true and solitary baby of the family. And I've just really enjoyed loving on him for the past 8 months.

I had a migraine today and my husband blessedly, in a saint-like manner offered to take ALL THREE kids and go over to our friends' house and let me rest and shake off my headache. I took a glorious 2 hour nap all alone in the middle of our bed and I dreamed about skydiving and that I was on America's Next Top Model (hey, it could happen). I did NOT dream about Cheerios, or packing school lunches, or laundering muddy jeans, or making dinner, or poopy diapers, or editing photos, or my never-ending to-do list. It was FABULOUS - thanks Steve-o! You rock my socks!

Here's a couple of Tyler when all my boys got home this afternoon.....