Eight…

At eight months, our boy is showing some positive signs of attachment, and a strong sense of belonging in our family. Also at eight months, we are seeing more anxious behaviors, more emotions and grieving, and more genuine laughter.

Eight seems like so long… but really not that long at all in light of the thirty-two months that he was not in our family.

After eight months, baby J is speaking in sentences, can share some of his feelings, and can argue a blue streak. Seriously, that boy can argue. What does he argue about? Usually about what we are saying…if I call a stuffed cat “kitty,” he will say “no, it’s a cat.” If I call it a “cat,” he will argue about that. Boy loves to argue.

He no longer speaks in Chinese at all. This makes me a little sad. The only word he uses in Chinese is “jiejie,” (big sister) and that is just because it’s what he has always called little M. I miss his ramblings in Chinese more than I thought I would. I especially miss how he would yell in Chinese when he got upset. Ha.

And yet, he is so resilient.
He is happy, affectionate, loud, energetic, sassy, stubborn, cute, precious, and so lovable.
We can not wait to see what the next months bring…
Happy eight months, baby J!