This seventh month with you is pretty wonderful. You're crawling all over the place on your stomach like a baby commando, getting into all sorts of trouble. You especially like to eat plants. I've pulled countless leaves out of your mouth and who knows how many more that I missed. All the house plants currently reside in one hard to reach corner of the apartment. Who knows what we'll end up doing with them...any need a plant or two?
You've decided that you really like the baby swing at the park, we stop and play on it for a while almost every day. I confess that I get bored of it long before you do. Today after we played on the swings we sat on the grass and ate dried mango. You thought it was super delicious until you discovered grass and dirt and you were all, "woman, why have you been holding out on me, this stuff is delicious!!!"
Your dad and I have moved our bed into the living rooms so you can have your space. In other words, you have become an obnoxiously light sleeper and wake up when one of us rolls over. It's not exactly an interior decorator's dream, but at least we're all getting a bit more sleep.
Your best friend right now is Norton. You laugh and smack your hands onto whatever surface is nearby whenever he walks near you, and given your eating habits, he often waits nearby to catch falling crumbs from whatever you're eating.
You're a pretty wonderful little human being. I am so glad I'm you're mom.
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