Bless my baby boy's heart, he has his momma's sensitive nature (thus far). Hayden can't stand to be lying down anymore now that he knows what it's like to be vertical. He's not completely pulling himself up yet, so we caved and put him in this walker my grandmother gave us. I've read all this stuff that says walkers aren't good (for a billion and one reasons), but he loves it and has figured out how to navigate! I'm telling you, it keeps him happy, and therefore, we're happy! But I'm off on a tangent.
So he has the moving around the room thing down fairly well. Well, tonight he discoverd the tree and just how close he can get to it! He reached out to touch, and I told him no. It was more just to gauge his reaction. He pulled back and then tentatively tried it again, checking me out by cutting his eyes toward me. When I said no the second time, his lip bottom lip started quivering and he got this scared look in his eyes. Bless his heart, both daddy and I laughed, then I picked him up and consoled his little broken heart. Oh, how I wish I had filmed it! It was so precious.
These are some pictures our babysitter's mother took. They (Kara and Hayden) framed 2 8x10's for us for Christmas. I love my happy chunky monkey! I can't believe he'll be 8 months old next week--Christmas Eve. I am so ready and yet so not ready for Christmas at the same time because once it's here, it's done and Hayden's first Christmas has come and gone. Man, I'm so "glass-half-empty." Merry Christmas!