The above picture adequately sums up how James felt about being photographed today.
He's never been one to hide his emotions.
At eight months, Mr. James is a bottomless pit.
Cheerios, chocolate goldfish, bread crusts, gum wrappers -- this kid will eat anything.
He also finds it extremely offensive if I eat anything in front of him without sharing.
Really, how dare I.
The boy is a growler.
It's a little creepy, but in a cute way.
Let's just hope we can break him of the habit before Kindergarten.
He's sitting up on his own.
He's scooting all over creation.
He wiggles anytime he hears music.
At eight months, Mr. James is of the very strong belief that sitting still is for the birds.
The kid never, ever, ever stops moving -- not even when he sleeps.
He's into everything, and everything goes into his mouth.
Nothing is safe.
Just ask the cats.
At eight months, James is absolutely delightful.
He's our sunshine.
He makes us laugh.
He makes us smile.
He has Reece, Lola and I wrapped around his pudgy little finger.
It's a little creepy, but in a cute way.
Let's just hope we can break him of the habit before Kindergarten.
He's sitting up on his own.
He's scooting all over creation.
He wiggles anytime he hears music.
At eight months, Mr. James is of the very strong belief that sitting still is for the birds.
The kid never, ever, ever stops moving -- not even when he sleeps.
He's into everything, and everything goes into his mouth.
Nothing is safe.
Just ask the cats.
At eight months, James is absolutely delightful.
He's our sunshine.
He makes us laugh.
He makes us smile.
He has Reece, Lola and I wrapped around his pudgy little finger.
We love you little boy.
Please stop growing up.
Please stop growing up.
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