I’m eight months old today. And guess what? I’ve got a tooth! Or maybe two – I’m not really sure. Right on the bottom in the middle. They hurt a lot and I’ve been cranky about it, but I’ve been waiting for teeth for a while. I wonder how many more I’m gonna get.

I’ve been trying to crawl for a while now too. I’m doing it on my back though. I arch my back so only my feet and the top of my head are touching the ground, and scooch myself across the floor on my back. It’s not how they say I’m supposed to do it, but it works.

I’m losing a lot of my baby fat too – getting a lot slimmer. I think my mom is proud of me. Maybe it’s because I put myself on a diet. My mom and dad don’t know why, but I’m not eating solid food now as much as I used to. I figure I can start again once I’ve dropped those extra pounds.