Month Seven

Joseph,

I have been terrible at keeping up with the monthly birthday posts. Having the three of you so close together makes it tricky to get things done around here. But with your brother and sister snoozing and you snuggled in my arms, I feel compelled to record a bit about you at SEVEN months.

You have the most adorable little cheeks and I want to kiss and munch them all day long.

Your giggles are so contagious.

You love tangling those chubby fingers of yours in my hair. Sometimes I love it, and other times it drives me bonkers.

You still wake up a lot at night. As soon as we move into the new house we will definitely be working on that. A part of me has gotten used to functioning like a zombie each day, but a part of me can't wait for more sleep. I will probably miss sitting up with you at night enjoying the stillness of your streetlight lit bedroom and listening to all of my children breathing quietly.

You love stroller rides and sit forward with excitement as you take in the world around you.

You love to swing at the park.

You are a big eater and love everything. Your big sister loves to feed you and takes such good care of you. You can now drink your bottles independantly, but still prefer to nurse.

You have two bottom teeth that have almost fully grown in.

You are becoming more mobile and stretching your limits. Often this results in a face plant, but I feel like crawling is just around the corner. For now you scour the living room floor for left over crumbs, shreds of paper or any other microscopic objects you can grasp with those chubby little hands. 

Your new found mobility makes you trouble with a capital "T", in a good way. You hardly like to sit still anymore and Sundays are a gong show again.  You love using your voice at church which means we get to spend a lot of time in the halls.

You talk a lot and have learned some great little sounds. Your siblings like to have conversations with you.

Your hair is growing in and I adore your fuzzy blonde head.

You hate your carseat. Everytime I try to sit you in it, you arch your back and buckle your knees. But I like that you're a little bit feisty.

You adore spending time with your older siblings and often hold their hands in the car. 

You bring so much joy to our little family. And we wouldn't trade you for anything, the good and the bad.

Love,
Mom