My baby is seven months old today. Seven months ago he was just a shriveled up space alien and now he’s almost crawling. Yesterday I was on the phone with a friend and she asked if I could believe I have a seven month old already. I paused and said yes. Yes I can believe it because I live it every day. I live his every development, his every milestone, his every cry. Babies have a way of forcing you to live in the present, so time has become very dependable and genuine. Like a flaky friend who decides to grow up.
I’m sure this will change.
In other news, here are some pictures of the monster. I almost closed comments on this post because I worry you think I put up these pictures just so you can say “OMG, he’s so cute.” Dude, babies are cute and I don’t want you to feel obligated to say so.
Anyways, Happy 7 Months WTB. You are a rock star.