Happy Seven Months! It was over a half a year ago that you were born! It seems like yesterday. How the time has flown! You are so big I can’t believe it. I thought you were going to be a newborn forever, or maybe that was just the sleep deprivation.
We went to the mall this morning to buy a Father’s Day present. It was barely past 10:30 in the morning, but I had to order ice cream. You were so fascinated by the pink spoon as I lifted it to my mouth that I had to give you a taste. In fact, you had two spoon tips of ice cream. Two elderly couples (because who else is going to be at the mall at 10:30 on a Thursday?) around us remarked on how I was giving ice cream to my baby. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was: A. cute, B. weird, C. 10:30 in the morning, D. they are elderly Chileans and I have a baby which means everything I do is open for public commentary. In any case, you loved it. You are so obviously related to me, it’s not even funny.
It’s cool, though. I can already tell you are going to buck social norms if your time with your baby friends is any indication. We were trying to line you all up on the couch to take a picture (because HOW CUTE? Three babies on the couch like little adults, amirite??) when you decided it was smart to reach over and pull one of the other babies’ hair prompting him to cry and making me feel like a bad mommy for not seeing THAT coming. Actually, the whole time you were going for either their hair or their shoes. I think your goal was to free them of their socks and shoes so you could suck on them. I had already taken away yours for doing just that.
Lately, you’ve been eating three minuscule meals of fruits mixed with vegetables a day (you refuse to eat the vegetable mush alone and I can’t blame you) and mostly enjoying it. Today you learned that if you spit your food with all your might in my face, I would scrunch my eyes in a way that you found hilarious. So you kept doing it. Over. And over. And over. Babies are easy to please. And it was just as hilarious the ten millionth time as it was the first. It’s 9:30 at night and I just had to shower to get the zucchini crust out of my hair.
So, my little ice-cream-eating-hair-pulling-shoeless baby, here’s to you on seven crazy, happy months!