8 months

Eamon is eight months old today.

His appearance hasn't changed much in the last month, but he's suddenly a mobile human. His play has taken on a whole new aspect.
He is, however, still working on levitating objects with his mind.
His treatise on random syllables is expanding, with the addition of m's and some interesting s-related sounds. Excitement is expressed with a whole-body arm flapping motion that can be hazardous to those nearby.

He's eating nectarines, pears, zucchini (sort of), and carrots now. He also discovered Cheerios this weekend, which has led to a whole new chapter in his thesis on the effects of gravity on babies and objects near babies. I am rethinking our decision not to have a dog. (Well, sort of... dust busters are lower maintenance.)

He still laughs readily, particularly for Ray. Smiles, those are for everyone, although he's getting shyer about it and will hide his face with strangers. The backpack, obviously, is a close friend.
Speaking of friends - those bottom two teeth are about to gain some - the top FOUR are working their way out.

Everything is still something to put in his mouth (except pureed zucchini, not so sure about that). We're babyproofing. Constantly. It just keeps getting more interesting!