it is not so.
But it is.
Little baby Gabriel ain't so little anymore. He's 8 months old and over 2/3 of the way through his first year. Let that tear drip now. And now, blot it.
Let's take a look at Gabe at 8 months.
He's 19 lbs.
He's tall. I have no idea the exact length, but everyone remarks on how long he is. Thank you, family heritage, for pulling through.
He has reddish-auburnish-brown hair. 'Tis very sweet. I don't think that crossed family blood lines from Braden/Amanda side, but stranger things have happened.
He's started scooting and army-crawling.
He rolls around the floors like he's on a mission.
He likes basketballs and fire trucks. No influencing required. He might have some Wiley in him after all.
He thinks my iPhone is amazing.
...and he's starting to eat more and more solid foods.
He has at least 2 teeth. I thought he had 3, but maybe it got scared of the real world and snuck back inside his gums, for last Friday I spied a tooth, and now there is none. But they're getting ready to emerge because he is chewing on everything.
He's a little man and we dearly love him.