7 Months 2 Weeks

Dear FIN,
Although I have meant to write you notes from day 1, it just occurred to me that I haven't kept up my mental promise I made to myself... so here it goes. You are now 7 months and 2 weeks old. You have led a very busy 7 months. I have mentally noted the milestones you have made, and of course some I even blogged about.

• 6 weeks you smiled
• 8 weeks you babbled
• 14 weeks you rolled over
• 16 weeks went on first plane ride to Portland
• 4 months first ear infection
• 5 months second ear infection
• 6 months third ear infection (are you starting to see a trend here?)
• 7 months got a stamp in your passport to Maya Riviera, Mexico

There were several others in there as well, but the important thing to note is you are making leaps and bounds every day. You are such a happy-amicable baby. Today, you love the dog, your bouncy seat, anything that jingles with a ping, not a rattle, and paper - you love to crinkle and chew it. You are so close to crawling. What you do is almost crawling, but is mostly scooting and turning on your belly. I expect you to be doing a full out crawl by the end of the month. Speaking of which, I should probably start baby proofing the house, which is no small task considering its a 2 story house built in the 1930s. I should just put you in a bouncy room full of colorful objects.

I am excited about who you are now and who you will become some day. All your dad and I have said from the beginning is that we want you to be a healthy, happy, good person. We will support you in whatever you want - with the caveat that you show conviction and work for those dreams. The kid down the street from us has jumped on that damn pogo stick for 3 summers now - this summer maybe different as I am plotting to steal that loud piece of crap and make him find a new hobby. So the caveat should be you have to work for your dreams and make sure the people plotting against you don't win. Anyway we love you and I look forward to being able to tell you more about yourself at 8 or 9 months.

Love - your mama (now if you would only say "mama". Only dadadada comes out of your mouth)