August Ransom || Eight Months Old

12.06.2013 A park day for August and me. We celebrate eight months on a quilt was spread wide with the wind in our faces. The toys (Seuss books and giraffe family) sit untouched. August crawls to the edge, places his hands in the dirt and smiles. I keep him on the blanket by collecting and wiping two leaves: one for each hand. He then sits happily, holding his leaves and laughing at the loud giggly children at Riverfront Park.

August army crawls around his room to his bookshelf. He pulls books and toys off the bottom shelf to play with. On December 16th, he pulls himself up to his knees. On December 24th, he stands up in his crib.