I find it hard to believe you are 7 months old, baby girl. It’s hard to imagine that you are closer to one than you are to when you were born. That your first year is half way over. That in 2 months we will celebrate your first Christmas. I’m excited for all these firsts and yet I wish that time would slow down, even just a little because you are my last baby and I want to hold on to all these little moments.
Your Daddy calls you Peanut and Princess and you are both. I’m starting to think that the peanut nickname may have a way of sticking. You just started saying Dada. And you love to babble when no one is paying attention to you.
Your brother loves to give you hugs and call you, “my Gracie”. He won’t admit it but he’s a little jealous of the attention that you get but he also loves you so much.
You continue to be enamored with Elvis. While last month you seem to have just discovered that he is more than a pile of fluff curled next to Mom, this month you smile and laugh and him and you love to pet him while sitting on my lap.
You are a happy baby…except when you’re not. But usually that only happens at the end of a long day or if you’ve refused to nap. You don’t mind going out to dinner or a long day at an amusement park. You are content to be worn or hang out in your stroller. And even when the waitress forgets our dinner order, you somehow manage to hold it together long enough for us to eat.
You are getting better at sitting up but seem to be more interested in figuring out how to crawl. You aren’t crazy about solid foods the way your brother was at this age. You are content to nurse or take a bottle. We’ve tried several foods and none seem to interest you.
You smile lights up the room and when I come in the house from being out you are always excited to see me. You have the chubbiest most wonderful baby cheeks that I simply can’t get enough of. You go to bed early and wake up early. You like music; we watched Tangled and you couldn’t get enough of the songs.
You like to roll around on the floor going from one side of the living room to the other. Your hands are always in your mouth but you don’t have any teeth yet, which is surprising because your brother had a few by this point.
It’s hard to believe that a year ago you weren’t here yet. That last year at this time we had just announced that we were expecting. We didn’t know your gender or your name but you were so loved from the beginning. We didn’t know how much you would fill our hearts with love and complete our family. Happy 7 Months Grace.