My son has turned 8 month old.
He crawls fast and he turns quick. He ignores all the novelty toys we got for him and he always steadily head for "forbidden areas" relentlessly. I admire his persistence but I am also worn out by it.
His curiosity is stronge. He wants to touch and feel things, everything, and favorably through his mouth.

He fall off the bed the other night, while his grandpa, my father in law refuse to listen to my pre caution warnings and put him in their big fence-less bed. My son fell off while we were having dinner. He cried loud in my arms and his tears wet his long eyelashes and my front clothe.

Last night he bumped his head against the bed board. And he fed some mosquitos.

Growing up is always as much, with pain, tears, exploration of new "forbidden" areas.

He had 3 teeth now. His milk had been changed from DOMEX to Friscole. His constimpation remains.

Took him a long while to fall asleep, he ate twice last night and was fed in total 240ml.

I slept poorly on Monday, on that day he:
Took injections at hospital. Supposed to be 3, but 1 was temperorily stopped due to some bad side effects.
Fell off father in law's bed and bumped his forehead.
Moaned constantly in his sleep, and as a result, kept me awake till 4am.

During the day, a glimps of his photo would alway recharge my energy.

I read news about growing up kids, doing stupid things hurting themself, eg taking drugs or falling off a high building... and I would start to worry: would my son one day do that to himself? would I be able to guide him to the right direction and train him strong enought to resist such kind of attempts.

It would hurt me so much, if he stride away and went to the wrong path. We all love him so, and care so much about him, it would always hurt the parents to see the Children do stupid things to themself. Now I can see it, how it was to parents. 

Some children hurt them self in order to hurt their parents. Becasue they saw it , how it was to parents.

My son can stand on his own for a few seconds now. He likes to use the support from a desk or chari edge and stand up on his own. I bought him a pair of nice lether shoes yesterday. His very first real shoes. And he walked in them with the support from his grandpa.

The beginning of life is so tender, beautiful, full of hope and possibilities.