Oh baby. Are you really 7 months old? I just wrote your 6 month post, and now I've been forced to write as though another month has slipped through my desperate grasp.
7 months. Its a little turning point in your life. Your first moments of autonomy are squeaking out- we can see you make little choices here and there and show us more about your interests, which is so exciting, and so heartbreaking. I just want you to stay where you are and be my little baby for awhile. Oh, Owen.
Life with you is nothing but a pleasure. I can't even describe how great you are, its possible you'd win easiest baby ever. We're so very blessed to have you in our lives, and I can barely beleive how lucky we are. You shower smiles on us all day long. Right from the first moment you leave your crib, to the moment I turn out the lights to say goodnight, you are smiling, beaming. I bet your little cheeks hurt all day you are so happy.
These days you're doing all sorts of fun things. You aren't crawling yet, but you are definitely making your best effort. You can push yourself around while laying on your back and scooting like a centipede across the floor. When you are anxious to get to something, like the music box, you'll roll over and across the room, but you're resistant to rolling, as it takes more effort, and you're lazy most of the time. You do try, desperately, to crawl, but you can't get your arms to coincide with your legs, making it impossible to move, but adds to fuel your frustration. Since you don't cry, instead you yell, as though you are telling yourself, "Get it together, Owen! Lets get this show on the road and MOVE."
You spend your days adoring your big brother, who wants to play with you more and more, and you're starting to catch on more often. He loves to "read" to you by showing you books and narrating a story he makes up, or by hanging toys in front of you to grab on to. You think he's perfectly hilarious (still) and crack up whenever he starts to be silly.
Our morning these days are starting a bit later, usually quarter to 7, or if I'm lucky a bit after 7 you rise and shine to Collin and I. You're now enjoying breakfast, which you love to do next to Collin, as you chatter to him and he smiles back and encourages you to watch him eat and play. Then its off to play time-- we read stories, play on your play mat, as you transfer toys to and from your hands, flip through books, gnaw on books and toys, rattle your rattles and move about the room on your back. Before long though, we're on to the next thing, which usually amounts to diaper rinses, getting ready for work, making beds, cleaning dishes...the regular grind of our day,and we talk, talk, talk. We've also started sign language with you, so hopefully, in a few months, we'll see you mimic the "more" sign or ask "please" using your hand to your heart.
As we wind down before 8:30, you nurse and head off to nap. By the time you wake up, we're all caught up with household chores and ready to play again, this time often at the park, outside or in the basement. You love to watch Samson these days, admiring his little cute face, and startling when he nudges you, or worse, barks when you are close by. At lunch, you often wolf down your food, anxious for more, and saddened that the jar is empty. You love to hear books and play with toys that interact- mostly in the exersaucer, where you can get things to make noise by pushing buttons, or at the Leap Table where you can play all sorts of fantastic music. You seem to be sucking it all in, absorbing every moment. Our day continues with nursing, naps and food, scattered with playing and talking, and loads and loads of smiles.
We're trying to wean you of your sleep wrap, which you seem to need to get a good nights rest. We've started with one arm out, and one arm still in, making slow, but consistent process. When we tried it without a wrap, it was much like wrestling an alligator, so we've determined a slow and steady course of action is best. We're plugging along, hopefully by 8 months or so we'll have you out of the wrap and sleeping all on your own.
Its true that our days don't tell the whole story of your adventures, as we do have a routine that sometimes seems all too regular to capture how special every moment of your life is, but we try, diligently to remember the best parts of everyday, how you make strides in sitting up (and rarely following over these days), using your legs to push yourself up as we hold you toward things you can stand against, and growing growing growing, so to be too big for the carseat! At 7 months, my love for you continues to grow, exponentially everyday.
I love seeing your amazing smile every morning. I love how you hug back by wrapping your hands around my face when we hug you. I love holding and rocking you to sleep, I love seeing your baby blues smile when I talk to you. I love how you hold on to my pinky when calm and content. I love that when I press my palm against your cheek you instantly calm. I love that you are growing attached to Parsley the Puppy, making your affection so overt, as you hug him close as I rock you to sleep. I love that your little life, fills every morning with love and happiness, starting each and every day with nothing but thankfulness for how amazing you are.
You love, love, love food. More than any baby I know. You have a couple of chins to show off because of it, and try new foods all the time. You get worked up when we don't give you enough (to your liking) or the food jar runs empty and you weren't quite finished yet. We're up to three little meals a day as we head into your 8th month, and before I know it you'll be at a year, eating all kinds of unbelievable things.
You're also on the cusp of getting a tooth, which I've been saying now for a month or two. Its seems like its **right** on the edge of breaking through your bottom gum, but you've consistently proven me wrong, so who knows when it will happen, but its right there, I swear. I'm sure I'll know all about it as soon as you do break a tooth through though, as you are still nursing, and if memory serves, babies aren't exactly the best at figuring out what to do with those teeth right away.
You spend your days adoring your big brother, who wants to play with you more and more, and you're starting to catch on more often. He loves to "read" to you by showing you books and narrating a story he makes up, or by hanging toys in front of you to grab on to. You think he's perfectly hilarious (still) and crack up whenever he starts to be silly.
You're quickly growing, already in 12 month clothes, even though you're not even 8 months yet, and you chatter often, although no clear words are consistently arriving in your lexicon. You wander through the days grabbing this and that, putting everything in your mouth, including your toes, which you've lately been enamored with. You seem to have realized they are attached to your legs, which is apparently, fascinating to a 7 month old. As you grow there are days you sleep in, days you nap often and other days that your schedule is incredibly various. This is probably the hardest part for me, as I like to have a schedule, and you, my dear son, absolutely don't. You always nap about 8:30 am for an hour or so, and then it sort of a toss up. We make sure you get the required 15 hours a sleep a day, which means, sometimes, lots of little naps, but there is rarely a set schedule after that first nap, which makes your days hard to follow. I try to go with the flow, and if anything you've taught me to be more flexible and patient, so everyday, we're learning to be better parents.
Life is getting more and more exciting for you, as in the fall you'll start ECFE and Music Together, giving you more and more social interaction and time to learn from other babies, just like you. Before long Lindsey, your nanny, will be taking you to story time and you'll be moving right along learning to make animal sounds, hearing new words and working to catch up to your big brother.
Our morning these days are starting a bit later, usually quarter to 7, or if I'm lucky a bit after 7 you rise and shine to Collin and I. You're now enjoying breakfast, which you love to do next to Collin, as you chatter to him and he smiles back and encourages you to watch him eat and play. Then its off to play time-- we read stories, play on your play mat, as you transfer toys to and from your hands, flip through books, gnaw on books and toys, rattle your rattles and move about the room on your back. Before long though, we're on to the next thing, which usually amounts to diaper rinses, getting ready for work, making beds, cleaning dishes...the regular grind of our day,and we talk, talk, talk. We've also started sign language with you, so hopefully, in a few months, we'll see you mimic the "more" sign or ask "please" using your hand to your heart.
As we wind down before 8:30, you nurse and head off to nap. By the time you wake up, we're all caught up with household chores and ready to play again, this time often at the park, outside or in the basement. You love to watch Samson these days, admiring his little cute face, and startling when he nudges you, or worse, barks when you are close by. At lunch, you often wolf down your food, anxious for more, and saddened that the jar is empty. You love to hear books and play with toys that interact- mostly in the exersaucer, where you can get things to make noise by pushing buttons, or at the Leap Table where you can play all sorts of fantastic music. You seem to be sucking it all in, absorbing every moment. Our day continues with nursing, naps and food, scattered with playing and talking, and loads and loads of smiles.
We're trying to wean you of your sleep wrap, which you seem to need to get a good nights rest. We've started with one arm out, and one arm still in, making slow, but consistent process. When we tried it without a wrap, it was much like wrestling an alligator, so we've determined a slow and steady course of action is best. We're plugging along, hopefully by 8 months or so we'll have you out of the wrap and sleeping all on your own.
Its true that our days don't tell the whole story of your adventures, as we do have a routine that sometimes seems all too regular to capture how special every moment of your life is, but we try, diligently to remember the best parts of everyday, how you make strides in sitting up (and rarely following over these days), using your legs to push yourself up as we hold you toward things you can stand against, and growing growing growing, so to be too big for the carseat! At 7 months, my love for you continues to grow, exponentially everyday.
I love seeing your amazing smile every morning. I love how you hug back by wrapping your hands around my face when we hug you. I love holding and rocking you to sleep, I love seeing your baby blues smile when I talk to you. I love how you hold on to my pinky when calm and content. I love that when I press my palm against your cheek you instantly calm. I love that you are growing attached to Parsley the Puppy, making your affection so overt, as you hug him close as I rock you to sleep. I love that your little life, fills every morning with love and happiness, starting each and every day with nothing but thankfulness for how amazing you are.
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