One day I’m waiting for the first trimester (and a bit) to announce my pregnancy. The next, I’m 38 weeks pregnant, then he’s born. Now he’s EIGHT months old. Wild.
I have an amazing group of friends that I met, and many of our babies were born within just weeks of each other, almost all of them being February 2018 babies. It’s pretty special, and I love that we’re all in the same scenario together. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, or just need someone to talk to, a few of us will grab coffee and hang with our babies for a bit.
Baby now has four teeth – his top two came in early on in his 7th month. They’re pretty adorable looking. Who knew teeth could be cute. Baby teeth are, though.
Whenever he sneezes and say “bless you” or “gesundheit” he laughs way more at the latter, so I guess that’s what we’re going to continue saying now after each sneeze. It’s fun.
Baby saw balloons for the first time in his 7th month: for Dada’s birthday!
He isn’t crawling yet, but he can definitely find his way to Alfie and his toys. Also, his new move looks like this:
I’m also trying to teach him the word “gentle” this month. Gentle with Alfie, gentle with Mama’s hair, gentle with other baby’s faces, gentle with your toys…you get the picture. One thing he caught on a little was waving this month. He doesn’t always wave when you want him to, but when he does it’s this slow little wag with his whole hand and I need to capture it on video one day.
He’s starting to get possessive of his things lately now, which is an interesting development milestone. He tried to eat grass the other day in the park, and when I told him no he got upset. Same with the bath-water soaked face cloth he tried to eat. Ha!!
That’s all I’ve got for now. Baby is down for slumber right now and I’m going to turn off this computer and put my own PJs on and relax for the rest of the evening.