02.08.09 :: 8:10 am
Today you turned 7 months old. I will tell you right now that I forbid you to grow any more and I want you to stay this little always because I took a look at you the other day and I swear I saw you at age 25 and it petrified me. What do I know about 25 year olds? A whole lot of nothing, thatís what.
Itís been Milestone City at the Sunday household. Youíve taken to rolling both ways so much so that it wakes you up in the middle of the night when youíve flipped over onto your stomach. Thatís the worst. I feel you.
You outgrew the Bjorn this month and we bought you an Ergo which holds up to 40 pounds and it sounds like 40 pounds is a long ways away but thatís what I said when I thought about the Bjornís 20 pound capacity. How naÔve we were, my little 95th percentile boy.
The Ergo is your new favorite place to nap. Iíve taken you on walks to the park with you in it and you rest your face on my chest and pass right out. When it was snowing last week, you snuggled under my scarf and only your little hazel peepers were showing and the quiet of the snowfall around us lulled you to sleep and it was so lovely walking around with you nestled into me like that.
Daddy went to work this month, too. This is big news because he hasnít been to a proper 9-5 office job in over 3 years! The good news is that we donít have to plunk down $500 every time we take you to the pediatrician. The bad news is that daddy is away 40 hours out of the week and that means that itís you and me, kiddo.
Food has been thoroughly introduced and you love it, all of it. You eat actual food now, which is amazing if you think about how you basically subsisted off of nothing but milk for five months. Itís all fruits and veggies and meats every day and you gladly eat all of it. Showoff! Please continue to not be a picky eater because your father and I have high hopes we can introduce you to sushi and other culinary delights at a very young age.
Another incredible thing youíve been practicing is standing up. All you want to do is stand. Considering your father took his first steps at 9 months old, weíve really got to get cracking on this whole baby-proofing thing. You can almost stand by yourself. You scare me sometimes, little Superpower Baby.
Youíre about two minutes away from mastering the Beauty Pageant wave, too. So delightful! You get both your hands flapping and then I sing to you the Greek coo-peh-peh song with the waving gesture and you get this look of concentration and you try really hard to copy the movements and you are brilliant. Just brilliant.
Your relationship with the Stoosh-dog has also transformed quite a lot. You actually know when sheís around and you notice her and you watch her and everything she does is freaking HILARIOUS to you. After youíve eaten, sheíll come up to you and sniff your bib and face for any leftovers and I should probably swat her for doing so, but you seem to love it. Her whiskers tickle you and you just crack up laughing.
I introduced you to some other babies this month too. It didnít go so well, loner. Granted it was your first time being in a room filled with other little bundles your age and it was quite overwhelming and you cried and cried. But we sat down, you in my lap, and you took it all in and though you didnít feel like exploring or playing, you watched intently and it was OK. You really did OK.
This month youíve filled this apartment with your fantastic little smile and your homeopathic giggling. There is actual recognition in your eyes when you see your dad and me.
Your tiniest movement and expression is proof enough for me there is a higher power.
I love you beyond the beyond.