Here's Chase being a silly boy in his Pack N Play. Today he is 8 months old! Happy birthday, Chase!
He's back to his happy, playful self these days. He loves to eat real food. After realizing that he can talk, he has been speaking his opinion frequently. It would be great if I could interpret what that opinion is - or just utter some syllables once in a while!
Though he's still doing an army crawl, I'm sure that soon he will be walking. He takes steps when we hold him up and he can stand unsupported for a few seconds at a time. He can even pull himself to a standing position while I'm trying to wash him in the tub! I'm thinking he will just skip the whole crawling with tummy off ground process.
School is still chugging along rather well. I feel like I'm in the right place with my life. All I needed was this little bundle of joy to kick me in the butt and help me realize who I am and what I need. I know where my priorities are and for the first time ever, I know I'm where I'm supposed to be.
On another note, I realized today that I am a different person depending on what bag I carry. This sounds a little funny, but as I was walking out with my book bag this morning, I thought, I'm a student. When I have the diaper bag, I'm mommy. If I leave with nothing then I'm on the way to work, and I'm an unhappy employee. If I ever leave (which is rare) with just my purse, I'm Paige.
I'm not too sure I'm happy with that last feeling. Shouldn't I always feel like me? Shouldn't I be me and mommy and a student (and a happy employee)? Maybe I should work on that.
