Eagan is now nine months old and crawling everywhere. Quick! We need a baby gate, and all the baby proofing items. When he's awake, I can't get anything done unless his brother's will watch him. He's on their chore list now. They all fight over who get's him. And when I take him upstairs to be with his brothers, he practically jumps out of my arms with excitement. It's not such a chore when you know how much you are favored. And then there's Braden who just wants to squish him all day long because he can't stand not to. He has had several pet names for Eagan like: bushes, squishy ma gushy, George Bush (because of his red, white, and blue outfit), and David Hasselhoff (I have no idea why but it cracks us all up). Eagan loves it when daddy plays the guitar and likes to put his mouth on it so he can feel the vibrations. OH to be 9 months old; gimme my peas and bananas and something to test with my mouth.
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