8 months old and not slowing down

Another month down, another month closer to the big "1".  Ma wrote a little poem for me this month.  I'm hoping my English skills are a little more refined than hers some day, but I'll give her credit for at least attempting.

Eight months old and counting....and my attempt at a poem. 

Mirror mirror on the wall, oh how did my baby grow so tall?

He's grown by leaps and bounds you see, and I'm talking more than just growing up as tall as a tree.

He's learned to wave, to eat, to stand, to crawl,
All I want to know is...can we make him stall?

Eight months has come and gone way too fast,
Before I know it, he'll be gone from his Mom and Dad's at last.

All I want is to cuddle his sweet little frame, but to some that may sound oh so lame.

I love our sweet little Aspen with all my heart, and pray one day he will be oh so smart.

But until that day comes, likely in a flash, we will continue to play and play and play until we crash.

Thank you for all of the memories our family has created, your Mom and Dad could never be more elated.

And as I close I have one last wish for my little man, that when you grow old, you become Iowa State's biggest fan!

Here a few pics of my little Hawaiian.