7 Months Old!

Dear Chuy,

You've been 7 months old for a couple weeks now, but, I'm a bad bloggy mommy and haven't gotten around to documenting it until today... oh well...

It's only because we've been so busy enjoying ourselves, I haven't had much alone time with the computer, but I'm not complaining about that!

So, what have we been up to?

Well, first up, we made the executive decision that you are too big a boy for your sweet little baby swing. We donated it to your escuela so that the smaller babes in your class can swing in style. Since we were down one large baby item in the living room, we all headed over to the Babies R Us and picked out a Jumparoo!

OMG - you so totally love this crazy thing. You do this little jig everytime we put you in it. Squeals of delight, whomping with the purple hippo whomping stick, turning around and around - this was such a good decision - way more fun than your swing!


We had quite a cold snap a couple weeks ago - it was colder in Austin than it was in parts of Alaska - that's cold! (and not just "Texas cold"). I worried that your coat situation wasn't going to keep you warm enough - what about your baby legs and baby feet? Thankfully, they sell these full body snow suit situations. You seriously hate being put into this get up, but once you're in, I'm sure you are roasty toasty warm and ready for the walk to the car.


I finally wised up and realized that if I turn the flash fill light off on the camera, I can almost catch you smiling! You're such a happy giggly baby, it's a shame you do the cold blank stare face in all of your pics.

I can't believe you're almost 8 months old. I feel so lucky to have been blessed with such a happy, smart, cute, easy going, super awesome little dude.

I'm excited to see you do your new tricks like rolling over and over, scooting around (on your back, which is kinda weird... you should try it on your tummy), making kissing noises, waving bye bye (to yourself), eating new and different foods, saying Dadadadada when your happy and Mamamama when you're super pissed.

These milestones are bittersweet - you're so much more interactive, but you are no longer my little tiny baby boy - you're my big strong monster baby boy... at least you still like to hang out in my lap and suck your thumb when you're sleepy...

Love,
Mommy