Here’s the text message exchange your father and I had today…
Me: He’s 7 months today!
Him: Holy shit
Me: I know!!!! Where did our baby go?
I’m asking myself that question a lot these days. While you are definitely still a baby, you’re gradually leaning more towards “little boy” than “infant,” a thought that is both exciting and a little sad. I’m struck by it at odd moments: carrying you to your changing table from the bathtub (you used to tuck neatly into my arms; now you’re this big, wiggling thing throwing your arms everywhere as you try to touch everything we pass), sitting with you in a restaurant (you used to snooze away in your carseat; now you sit in a high chair, gumming on whatever I give you… or accidentally leave within your reach), listening to you through the baby monitor (you used to bleat like a little goat; now you’re practicing your “mama’s” and “dada’s” and “blub blubs” like a champ). But it makes me proud to see you growing up, I must say.
You’ve mastered sitting up, and you’re starting to scoot yourself around on your bottom a bit. Nothing like crawling, but it lets you get whatever toy is out of reach. And when I go in to get you up in the morning, you’re usually facing the opposite direction of where I put you down to sleep the night before.
Speaking of sleep, can we talk about how you are still the best sleeper ever. You take two two-hour naps every day, and sometimes a 30 to 45 minute nap in the afternoon (as needed). AND, you got to bed at 7:30pm and wake up at 7:30am. Well, sometimes you wake up earlier than that, but you’re perfectly content to babble in your crib and look at your books I’ve tucked in there until we come and get you. I don’t know how we got so lucky in that department, but it’s incredible. I know we would be lousy parents if we didn’t get sleep, so we thank you.
No teeth yet. And thank goodness because nursing is going exceptionally well and I’m a bit terrified of how you getting little chompers in there will affect things. I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Along with the whole nursing thing, I had made it a goal to go until you were 6 months old and then take it week by week after that. At this point, I don’t see us stopping any time soon. Maybe we’ll make it to your year birthday. I would be very proud of us both if we do. But if not, hey, we’ve stuck it out for a good, long while.
You’re still a great eater. The only things you really aren’t into are turnips and spinach. Applesauce with blackberries seem to be your favorite. You’re also a big fan of crusts of bread. We’re also working on you using a sippy cup from time to time. You do well when someone is helping you, but you don’t seem to quite get that you have to tip it up. But there’s no rush on that. It’s just something that’s fun to watch you do.
This Sunday we’ll celebrate your dad’s first Father’s Day. And what a great father he is. It’s so sweet to see you two falling a little bit more in love every day. While he’s always loved you, there wasn’t a whole lot he could do for you when you were teeny tiny. But now that you’re bigger, he can help with feeding you and you guys can play more. While you’re still a mama’s boy for sure, I don’t doubt for a second that by the time you hit two years old, you’ll be all about the daddy.
Thanks for being great, bud. We love you so much.