Your second tooth came through today. It is the second top tooth. No signs of a bottom tooth.
You've consistently added "Hi" and "ball" to your repertoire. You also got your first bruise today- a dime sized bruise on your forehead where you fell into the fireplace when playing with Daddy. You managed to miss the foam padding and hit the brick, I guess. I wasn't with you to see it.
Tomorrow you'll be nine months old. I can't believe it! I am not a fan of the nine-month birthday. It's the time when you'll have officially spent as much time out of the womb as you did in the womb. Sad for this mama. You are the world's now, I guess. You'll always be my baby (but I promise I'll try to be nice to your future wife. I'm already praying for her.)
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