8 Months Old

 That's right, I'm 8 months old and really moving around. Poor Gramps has a heck of a time trying to keep up with me. He thinks, just because he's an adult, how hard could it be to keep up with me. The look and sweat from his face is something to behold after he's been chasing me around the house, keeping me from knocking down anything I see in sight. Gramps' favorite saying is "How do you turn this kid off". One good thing from me being here is that I don't think Gramps has a hard time falling asleep during the night.