Today Virgil is 8 months, 12 days old. So many milestones, so little time.

I wish I would have started this blog when he was younger because so many amazing things have happened since that day. First roll over (in the hospital, seriously). First flu (not quite 3 months old). First sitting up (5 months old). First crawl (7 months old). First time to pull up on something (two days ago). First tooth (two days ago).

Okay so there has been more firsts than that, but at least you get the idea.

Being a mom has been such an amazing journey. I never knew I could love someone so much. I never knew how fun parenting could be. Lance and I stay in stitches with this boy. He does the funniest things. Like recently – since he’s learned to pull up on things, he’s also decided to use his mouth to assist in the process. It’s pretty funny, my little rough tough cream puff working so hard to pull up on the ottoman, resorting to his face and mouth to aid in the process. He also has started making this sort of growling noise when he crawls – like he’s a barbarian on the hunt. That’s what Lance calls him – his little barbarian. Virgil the Barbarian, to be exact.

He’s getting more and more active as the days go by. I keep thinking that it can’t get much worse. Needless to say, I keep being proven wrong. He’s so busy now that changing his diaper is much like gift-wrapping a cat. And when it’s time to sleep, there is no winding down for this boy. It’s full speed ahead followed by a sudden crash. Fully awake, followed by fully asleep.

I’m having so much fun. As much of a perfectionist as I am, I have to constantly remind myself that there is nothing perfect about parenting, so it’s been a huge leaning curve for me to say the least. But it’s a lesson I most definitely needed to learn and I appreciate it all the more.

As the days and months go by, I plan on updating this blog with the things that mean the most to us. Our memories, our triumphs, our struggles. If you read it, I hope it blesses you with the peace of mind of knowing that you’re not the only one going through the crazies of life. And if you get bored with it, well that’s okay too. It’s really just a journal for me anyway. 🙂

Happy living, my friends.

This is Virge this morning, eating waffles and syrup for the first time. He loved them. He’s quite the independent eater these days. He doesn’t want mommy’s help anymore!