Eight months. Already. He smiles. Almost all the time. His grin seems to grow and grow until it's saying, "Hey that was great, do it again! And again!" It crinkles his eyes, makes his toes wiggle and feet turn in gleeful little circles. He has spells of sweet laughter and wild squeals, usually involving some sort of antic or attention from Eli, who has accurately nicknamed him the "saucy parrot". He is happy and content as long as there is someone in the room with him. He reaches eagerly, sometimes lunging out of our arms as if he could fly over to the person or thing he wanted. It's simply joy to watch him grow and learn more about who he is and will become.