I’m 7 months old! Well, 7 months and a week but who’s counting at this point? I still have just 4 teeth on top (see the middle ones?!) and two on the bottom, but I think I’ve been trying to grow two more on the bottom. Mom and Grandma swear they’ve felt something, and *I’ve* felt something, but so far – nope!
I do love my teething rings – nom nom nom – but Mom broke this one, my favorite, so I’ve had to make do with some others. Or my bib. Or my fingers. Or whatever I can grab. Like this toy box!
I’m surrounded by all these great toys, soft ones and hard ones and balls and stacking cups and blocks but sometimes my favorite thing to chew on is this zipper pull on the bottom of my toy box. Or the tags on my other toys. I love me some tags!
See, lots of toys! What is there about tags, though? Let me tell you, when I’m on a roll I can play and clack and talk and make all sorts of fun with this pile of toys for a good 15 minutes before I get bored and want attention. Pretty good, hunh? Of course some days I choose not to play with the toys and would much rather keep Mom and Dad hoppin’ <giggle>.
Speaking of giggles, there are days I sit here with my toys and just giggle, or I laugh when I see Mom and Dad, and I yell at the dog and then – wow, what are those things at the end of my arms? I use them ALL THE TIME to pick stuff up and whack my toys around and grab Mom’s hair but WHOA, what are the little things there at the end? Mom thinks I’m about ready for little puffs or other finger foods. She says something about good manual dexterity and motor skills. What evs!
Speaking of food I really like rice cereal and carrots and squash and sweet potato and PEAS are awesome. I’ve also tried oatmeal (gave me diaper rash), avocado, and a tiny taste of banana but that was pretty good, when will I get more of that? I think green beans are in my near future but I’d rather have banana. I’ve heard something about homemade apple sauce, too? Sounds good to me. I hear the word NO a lot when I’m eating though – I guess Mommy doesn’t want me to chew on my highchair but come on, it’s right there and it’s just the right height and it’s not my fault it’s in the way when I reach over the side to pick up my toys, sheesh. (I almost always laugh at here when she says NO and I can totally tell she’s trying not to laugh back).
Oh! Almost forgot! I weaned Mom last weekend. Who needs boobies when you can get a bottle? Besides, it’s a little easier to drink from a bottle when I have a cold (just getting over one again, darnit).
What else is going on? Well, I’m sleeping pretty well at night but it may be that Mom doesn’t come get me every time I make noise. That’s okay, I go back to sleep. I nap pretty well too, expect at daycare – too much going on there, you know what I’m saying? Let’s see, what else… I’m close to 17 lbs now, wearing 6-9 month clothes, I’m not saying any words yet but I LOVE to talk all the time and I’m slowly working up to crawling. At least now when I reach out for a toy I don’t fall on my face, right? My friend at daycare does this crazy army crawl thing but meh – maybe later. I still love to lay on my back and kick and play more than just about anything (unless we’re on the changing area downstairs and I think you’re going to try to suction my nose NO NO NONONONONO!!!), or wallow on Mom or play tickle with Dad or hang with the Grands. I’m a pretty darn happy baby. Life is good!
(and your Momma and Daddy and Grandparents and friends and family love you more than anything, Forrest. Stay happy, Little Tree)