Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A Note to my Baby Boy: You're 7 Months Old!

I almost feel unprepared to write this. Each month goes by faster and faster; they're starting to blur. You're getting so big and strong my baby boy. You amaze me every day.
I think the biggest thing to report is....you figured out how to crawl! It's exciting and terrifying all at once. I'm so proud of you. But even more so, I'm happy for you. You were getting so frustrated seeing a toy just out of reach and not being able to get it yourself. You're becoming so independent!
 You're really interested in plants. You focus in on one, and have to touch it. You're adorably gentle though :)

I just know you'll be walking in a blink of an eye. I've been holding your hands while your standing, and you're little feet know what to do! 

You're pretty darn good for whomever holds you, but you're growing increasingly aware of being away from your Daddy or me. 

You have two little chompers. Super cute.

 You're so good with new foods. Even if you don't love it, you'll try a few more bites. You make the most hysterical faces though.

You've always had this sense of silliness, but I clearly saw that you're developing your sense of humor the other day. You wouldn't take your passi, so I said "Fine I'll take it" and put it in my mouth. You thought it was hilarious! (I'll take the laughs while I still can!)

I miss you when you go to sleep for the night my sweet love. I've come to realize that motherhood is an existence of feeling every emotion there is, at all times. During the day I long for a second to take a shower, but then I crave holding you at night. I'm thrilled that you're learning how to move around on your own, but that means there are more ways you could get hurt. I love that you're excited to explore this big world, but I worry that the sweet, still, cuddly moments are dwindling. 

There will be a lifetime of these conflicted feelings, and though it's a little scary, I can't wait. 

I'll eat you up I love you so.

1 comment:

  1. i remember how for me every day as a parent was a celebration of all the new ways the child grows, and at the same time a mourning for all the ways in which baby will never be quite the same again. does it surprise you that i still miss those tender changing table moments?