- You have two teeth. They are very cute. You have bitten me while nursing already.
- You are sitting up, mostly. I say mostly because you don't like to sit for long. You prefer sitting for a moment and then lunging in some direction.
- You are rolling all over the place. It's how you get from one place to another. Roll, roll, roll one way. Roll, roll, roll the other.
- You were once on a regular nap schedule. Then we went on vacation. Now, you're back to awful.
- You still won't sleep through the night without waking up to scream for an hour or two.
- You constantly take off your bibs. You are such a drooler, you need two bibs and keeping them on is a challenge.
- You put everything on or behind your head. You pick up a toy, you put it on your head. You take off a bib, you put it on your head.
- You do the fake coughing thing.
- You are into everything. EVERYTHING!!!! If you can grab it, it's yours. If you can hold it, it's in your mouth. Nothing is off limits.
- You are still a super smiling, super laughing, super happy boy.
- You pull everything you can reach. Hair pulling is a big favorite. You like to pull stuff off shelves in the stores if you can get close enough. You will pull clothes, dog ears, necklaces, earrings...on and on it goes.
- You are beginning to babble more. Your favorite phrase is bah bah bah.
- You love to spit, raspberry, zerbert- whatever you call it. It's your favorite method of communication.
- You are eating fruits, veggies, and the occasional oatmeal cereal. We've also started experimenting with puffs as finger foods. You love prunes, sweet potatoes, pears, carrots, and peaches. You are not a fan of peas, green beans, or applesauce.
- At your appointment this month you weighed twenty pounds, two ounces and you are twenty eight and one eighth inches tall. Holy big boy!
- You are forcing me to baby proof everything.
- You always get compliments on your chubby legs, your spiky hair, and your pretty eyes.
- You are loved beyond words my little Bug.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Seven Months Young
Here we are, seven months young! Where has my teeny, tiny infant gone? Well, let's be honest, he was never teeny tiny.