April 7, 2010
this week you turn seven months old. we forge bravely ahead into the realm of month eight. this week has been a sudden and big week of firsts.
last week you crawled your first crawl and every moment since then you move faster, go further. you're suddenly quite a busy little person with places to go and people to meet. your babysitter jokes about putting a swiffer on you so you can do some cleaning as you roam.
tonight, just before bed, i waved at you and you raised your chubby little hand and flapped right back at me.
last weekend, you signed quite desperately to dad for milk! milk! in baby sign language. we're close so close! to maybe knowing more about what's going on in that quietly grinding gearbox.
you are ever the quiet zen watcher. absorbing everything like a sponge.
from the beginning the whole mama thing was aok. but let me tell you, it gets better every month that goes by. it feels right. it's really... fun, being your mama. at least most of the time.
we lay together in the quiet parts of the morning on our bellies with our faces snuggled so close and for a few minutes we rest before it's OFF AGAIN, crawling up and around and into the corner and over the pillow and laughing and laughing.
yep. seven months is good. eight will be better.