This month has been trying for all of us. We've moved from Lawton, Oklahoma to Rock Island, Illinois where we're staying with your grandparents Flecker. They have been generous and welcoming and more than willing to entertain you so that your father and I could go see a movie. In a movie theatre. All by ourselves. For the first time since you were born. These are the things you should take into account when you're planning on children of your own someday.
The theme of this month has been twofold: "what does this taste like?" and "I do it myself". Both of which have had their moments of hilarity--do all babies wind up with their dinner behind their ears? As well as providing us with moments of heart-stopping terror. Please do not attempt to eat the cats again.
I'd have to say that this past month, your monkey brain was working overtime, as you have reached the point of near-instant mimicry. Turn on the faucet? You know how to do that. Take the lid of a sippy cup? You've figured that one out, too--much to our damp dismay. You're also attempting to bypass crawling altogether in favor of pulling yourself up and cruising from place to place. Thankfully your tiny hands aren't quite strong enough for you to get a good hold on the furniture. This house is lovely, and a complete death trap for babies and curious monkeys. (Glass everywhere!)
your father is under the foolish impression that you will be easier to deal with once you start crawling. I am under no such delusion, and I endeavor daily to keep you interested in other things. For I know that once you crawl, the world becomes your snack bar. I have spent many days preventing other peoples children from ingesting hazardous materials, and I know how fast you buggers can move.
Which brings us to the topic of your diet. In keeping with the self-reliant theme, you are far more interested in table food than any 7 month old has a right to be. We've taken to pulling your chair right up to the table with us at dinner time, and you have figured out that what you are eating is not what we are eating. And that makes you angry. Angry like a tiny tasmainian devil: grrr-grunt-snarl.
Other things that make you angry: bed time. At the beginning of this month, I cut you some slack because you were in an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar bed. But now you're just being stubborn. And WHY are you waking up 2-3 times a night to eat? You can't possibly be hungry. No one can eat as much as you do and still be hungry. You're already in clothing for babies twice your age. Slow down! You're still going to have to wait to start kindergarten, so there's no rush getting so large so fast.
It's been a heck of a month, kiddo, and you've sailed through it beautifully. I'm proud of you & your adaptability.