My baby boy.
7 months. Already.
You are sitting up on your own. I don't know when you started this.
Just one day I propped you up and you never fell back. Weird.
You love to roll around. You start off slow but then quickly pick up the pace. Baby gates will be put up soon!
You make the craziest faces. I think you just like to make me laugh. You succeed every time.
You aren't crawling yet. But I'm ok with that. You are growing too fast and I don't mind you putting that off.
Your two teeth have come in all the way.
You sure know how to use them.
You still sleep in the bed with me. It's funny because you do this thing where if you don't feel my body close to you you kind of do a worm scoot until some part of your body is touching me. That kinda makes me smile. Like all the time.
Daddy is your BFF but now that you've finally met my brother he's in the running.