Dear Everett,
There are only a few things in our crazy life that seem to remain consistent at this point: (1) the love that Mommy and Daddy have for both you and your sister and (2) the fact that we seem to be on an indefinite track of documenting your life in two-month spans. What can we say? We are trying to keep up.
The last couple of months have held some important milestones for you. You have learned how to sit up and fully ‘own’ the space around you by stretching and reaching for toys, and just in the last few weeks have even started moving about the room by scooting backwards on all fours. Crawling should happen any day really as soon as you figure out that forward motion is part of your mechanical abilities. Your first tooth pushed its way up above the gum line in the last couple of weeks and now we can actually see it, smack dab in the middle of your lower gum. Teething has proven to be a little difficult because we think of you as the sensitive type and the pain caused by your first tiny tooth has made you one unhappy little guy (it’s a far cry from your normally jolly demeanor which makes it hard for your parents to bear).
You have seen the doctor a few times in the past month due to a suspected ear infection (proved to be a false alarm THAT time) and then for a real deal diagnosed ear infection and partial rupture of your eardrum the next time. We felt horrible that you had to endure such a thing, but with some antibiotics and a little healing time all seems to be well. During those visits to the doctor you weighed in at right around 20 pounds. Those 20 pounds can be fully felt in the arms and backs of all those who hold you. You are 20 pounds of absolute, solid adorable in our book.
Other than the ear infection issues you are one healthy guy who has an extremely healthy appetite. Besides green beans you seem to have a very accepting palate. There hasn’t been much at all that you frown upon when it’s at the end of a spoon. We marvel at how you polish off a container of food in one sitting and then still squeal scream in frustration when we can’t prepare a bottle quickly enough. We are treading on new territory when it comes to you and eating because while your sister was not a picky eater either (thank you, thank you, thank you!), she didn’t manage to eat in quantity like you do. All we know is that your cheeks and thighs appear to be very happy customers of our kitchen cuisine.
Speaking of eating, Thanksgiving has passed and you turned 8 months on Christmas Eve so there was plenty of food to be had. You seemed to fully enjoy eating your turkey and vegetables from a jar alongside the holiday meals the rest of us enjoyed. Daddy let you sample some real food at Christmas, but we will save that for the next post (you know, the post that will cover months nine and ten). 
As always you are simply too delightful and too cute for words to convey. We marvel in each day watching you grow and become more of a little boy and less of a baby. Just don’t go growing up too quickly. We will gladly hold onto those 20 pounds of absolute, solid adorable for as long as we possibly can.
We love you,
Mommy and Daddy
