You are now seven months old. Simon! Seven whole months! That is a lot of months. (Actually as I post this you are seven and a half months, but this post only details you through turning seven months. Work with me here.)
The day you turned six months old we betrayed your trust and did something terrible - we fed you pears.
Fortunately you warmed up to pears specifically and food in general over the month and mealtimes aren't quite that dramatic anymore. By the ripe old age of seven months you aren't quite yet ready to open your mouth for a spoon, but you do enthusiastically lick food off your lips or hands and then look at me expectently, waiting for me to smear more food on your face. There is an easier way, and I have faith you'll get there eventually.
Honestly most of the puree feeding we outsource to daycare. When you're with us we're more likely to just hand you a half eaten apple to suck on. To some people this is a trendy thing called "baby led weaning". To us it is just easier. Plus you really like sucking the juice out of an apple.
We did upgrade our setup at home (and at Grampa French Fry and Gramma Itzmee's house) to include a high chair, which you just love. You think you are SO GROWN UP sitting in your very own chair.
You are not, however, grown up enough to have any teeth yet. You've been teething on and off for months, gnawing on anything you can get near your mouth, but no dice yet. Maybe we'll invest in baby dentures. Or maybe we'll just sit here and quietly enjoy the "Marion cheekss" you make while teething for a while longer.
Marion was my Gramma, your Gramma Itzmee's Mom. When she would take her dentures out she would make this exact same face.
In other fun news you got to start swimming lessons this month! You started out a bit apprehensive, but you have gotten very good at splashing. We've already signed you up for the next session, and Mommy and I can't wait to take you in the pool some more.
Sadly the month wasn't all fun and games. You got your first really bad cold. You've had other colds and sniffles and coughs but this was the sadest I've seen you yet. You even lost your voice! It took you several days after getting your voice back before you re-learned all of your vocalizations, and man I missed them. Except for the terydactyl scream, I didn't miss that one. That one you can drop any time now.
We spent a good chunk of your seventh month up in Minnesota staying at Gramma Itzmee and Grampa French Fry's house when Gramma Itzmee got sick. You, my little monkey baby, were the greatest medicine ever, for all of us. You danced, you smiled, you laughed. Often all at the same time.
Books are your current favorite toy, which delights us to no end. You make the same excited gaspy noise when we place a book in your hands as you do when we sit down to nurse. I'm trying not to take it personally. Books are pretty rad, after all.
While you are still too small to drive it yourself we did break out the car Gramma Itzmee got you for Christmas this month and it was a hit! Maybe not as big of a hit as books, but a close second.
You have gotten so big in just a few short months, little dude. You laugh and smile and would spend all day standing if you could. Just before you turned seven months we finally got you to reliably sit up unassisted without propping you on your hands. The problem with learning to roll and gaining early mobility is that you had no interest in sitting. We all but have to karate-chop you at the waist to get you to practice your sitting. But finally you are getting the hang of that, too.
Standing again, of course.
I can't wait to see where the coming months bring you. Every day you make me smile, you just bring so much joy into the world. Seeing you learn and grow and discover new things is an amazing gift. Thank you for making me a Mom, little man. You're the greatest.