Seven Months

Bad bad mommy forgot that today was Luke's seven month birthday! SEVEN! He's almost been outside as long as he was inside! So in true MommyBlog form, it's time for a newsletter...

To my beautiful blue eyed son:

Oh, those blue eyes. People ask me all the time if you're going to keep them, and I can happily tell them YES! because we're past the six month point. I don't know what color your hair is going to be when you have more of it, but there are hints of red in there now.

You started crawling last week. CRAWLING. You use your arms to drag and your left leg to kick yourself forward and aim yourself at the dog, shoes, the newspaper - in other words, anything that is not baby-appropriate. I'd let you play with paper, but since Daddy told the story of the guy who accidentally gave his kid a paper cut on the eye, well, no paper.

You are getting clingy, which I'm not too happy about. You want to be held and walked around a lot, and that makes it really difficult to do things, you know, like pee. And when I set you down, it's as if I set you on a bed of nails, is how much it hurts for you to be on the floor when you want to be held. And now that you can move, you move towards me and try to drag yourself up my body.

And to that end, you have pulled yourself up now, too. We've witnessed you hanging on the edge of your crib, trying to steady yourself, so we'll be dropping that lower to prevent you diving out of the crib. At seven months. This seems too soon, my little baby!!

You love Simba, you laugh and laugh at him. You love Mocha, when she kisses your face. She let you crawl all over her yesterday for awhile, but barked when you got too annoying. Daddy and I separated you two, but you weren't upset at all by the barking. Not much upsets you. Basically not being held when you want to be, and not eating when you want to be. No loud noises or anything like that upset you.

Your babbling is becoming much more varied and we've started to play the repeating babble game. da-da-da-da-da and di-di-di-di-di are good ones. You have a very high pitched babble, and you like to scream a lot - you like it when we scream back, too!

You're my wonder, my life, my son, my anchor, and you make me want to have more children every day. I look forward to all we have to share together, and am always looking to show you new things.