He's still as tricky as ever. I was hoping he would turn a corner at 6 months, but he's 8 months already. Now I'm hoping for the one year mark. You think being surrounded by toys would be more fun than hanging over mom's arm in the kitchen, but nope! The minute he's picked up he stops crying. He's in his jumper crying right now so I'm typing as fast as I can. I've done my best to try and prep as much of the dinner as I can while he's napping, but there's always some point when I need both of my hands and he has to be put down.
I didn't want to leave with only a crying picture since it's sad, so here is a very happy little guy getting ready to crawl. He's only pushing up, not going anywhere yet.