On Saturday, you turned seven months old. We are slowly making our way to your first fall and the sticky, humid summer (that admittedly only lasted a few weeks this year), is giving way to weather that will lend itself perfectly to your first apple orchard and pumpkin patch visit.
At your last well baby check a few days after your six monthiversary, you weighed 15 pounds 1 ounce and measured 26.5 inches. Your big ol' head is still above average at 17.5 inches. So my previous declaration that you are "SO BIG" stands true.
We continue to discover the things that make you laugh. Mom's puny gun noises (pew, pew, pew!) and farts have been favorites for a while now. But recently we found out that you think it's hilarious when Dad walks up the stairs behind us. Who would've guessed?
To date, you have tried bananas, apples, pears, prunes, carrots, squash, sweet potatoes, peas, green beans, and oatmeal, and it appears that maybe you just like food in general. I went a little crazy at the beginning, and actually thought I would make your food from scratch. The bananas were awesome - you loved them. Then we tried carrots, and you...well, you tolerated them. Then came apples. Do you know how hard it is to get homemade applesauce nice and smooth like jarred baby food? It's nearly impossible. And oh man, that texture made you gag on just about every spoonful. I thought for sure I had ruined you on apples, but you were good with the jarred apples, so my short stint as a baby chef ended faster than it began.
You are sitting up like a champion with very few topples these days. You refuse to be contained by baby receptacles and try to escape when laid down in one. You will pull yourself up to standing when holding someone's hands and try to take a few steps. On a couple of occasions, you've gotten yourself on all fours, but still can't quite coordinate a crawl. As far as teeth go, you still just have the two, but you are drooling enough to make me think that one of these mornings, you will wake up with a full set.
You are my getting ready buddy in the morning. You sit on our bed in, what I call, your Fortress of Pillowtude and play with a few toys as I get dressed and try to make you laugh. And then UP in the ring sling you go to finish all the other boring morning tasks.
Wearing you has become a daily occurrence around here. It's easier to keep you content and engaged when you are literally attached to me. Whether we're brushing my teeth or doing laundry, I get to do all the boring grown-up things that need to get done, while I get extra snuggles. And, let's face it kid, sometimes you are a nap fighter. But even the most well-trained nap fighter is no match for our mei tai.
Your dad recently joked that you are my favorite fashion accessory. And there might be a hint of truth in there, Doodles. Nothing else that I wear makes me prouder than when I carry you.
Love,
Mama
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