A matter of perspective

My niece, Kaya, is getting into photography. The Steamboat clan was visiting this weekend, and while I got no real pics somehow, Kaya got some great ones. I'm stealing a few here. I like her different perspective.
Eyelashes!
 Hi, Dad!
This is the best shot anyone has gotten lately of Eamon's eyes. Does this explain why I can't say what color they are?

All photos thanks to (and copyright by) Kaya Baumgartner.

The big blue chair

I've heard about it, so I know some of you have noticed - we take pictures in the big blue chair to have an easy record of E growing up. Some showed up here, here, and here.

Now that E is moving, this is getting more interesting. This time? He was well behaved for a few solo shots.
Hung out with Dad just fine. However, getting this shot took a bit... By the time I sat down, he was ready to continue his thesis on the effects of gravity on babies and objects near babies. If that concept didn't make sense, maybe these will help.
 For those of you who have noted it in the past - he still has not figured out how to tuck his head on the way down. Note that awkward position!
All okay!

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!