Seven whole months have come and gone since we met the little man who would steal all of our hearts. For some reason, this month is hitting me a little harder than past months. He is officially closer to his first birthday than he is to his birth. It seems silly, but I'm teary just thinking about him getting bigger and bigger.
The little dude still won't smile for the camera very often, but he is indeed a very happy little guy. He loves to roll around and play with his toys. He has started pulling himself up and scooting, but crawling is still in the works. He's started eating some solids and he's pretty fond of sweet potatoes, but oatmeal was not a favorite. He still only has the two bottom teeth.
I think we are ready to concede that his first word is "Baba" for his bottles. Most parents I know have a friendly rivalry over whether the baby will say Mama or Dada first. We both lost out to food.
His sissy loves him more than ever and she never passes up an opportunity to snuggle with him
Growing so fast. When the weather is nicer hopefully we can get together and maybe go to the park with our cuties! My husband is "training" Ava daily to say DaDa, lol.
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