When we're out in public people always ask me about Wyatt, and his age is always one of the first questions. I can't believe I'm now answering with, "7 months", because I feel like I just started saying six. Honestly. I think this last month was one of the fastest, and it's starting to scare me. He's changed SO much in the past thirty days, and I know it will just continue this way.
I swear I can literally see him changing, just this morning I sat and watched him try to get at a few banana chunks that had fallen onto the tray on his high chair. He'd move his hand around and then stop to look at his fingers and then try again, this time trying to work those pinchers. He hasn't quite got them down, but I'm sure it will only be a few days before he's perfected it.
I can't believe what a month has done for his mobility, he doesn't stay anywhere for long. Changing his diaper is tricky, he needs something in his hands, and there can't be anything within his line of sight, or he flips over so fast you don't have time to react. TV remotes or cell phones are particularly enticing. I'm not sure why, but those seem to be baby magnets, nothing excites him more than a remote control. Except maybe Daddy coming home.
(picture via Caleb)
His sleeping is the same, I'm hoping that we'll eventually start skipping one of the nightly feedings soon. I hear all sorts of stories about babies sleeping through the night at a much younger age, I don't even know what that would be like. He's such a good baby I can't complain, but I will be very happy to finally get a full night's sleep. Someday.
He's sitting up much better, practically a sitting pro. (I hear they have prizes for that...right?) He's getting good at reaching for toys and righting himself without falling. I'm still amazed at how quickly he learned it, and how grown up he seems doing it. My baby, sitting up all by himself, grabbing toys like nobody's business.
It's been a month, and he is finally doing really well with solid foods. It took a good few weeks, a few different foods, but he's got it down. Every once in a while he'll put up a fuss, but for the most part he cooperates. He's even enjoying rice cereal, which was a total dud at first.
He still doesn't like peas, though.
But we keep trying. We ain't quitters.
The highlight of the month was our trip to Oregon, and again, despite his constant waking up, he was such a good, happy little boy. Caleb and I constantly reminding ourselves how lucky we are, what a good little guy he is, and I can only hope the rest of our kids are so good natured. Even when he's teething (which we seem to be in the throes of currently) he's not very fussy. Our pediatrician did tell me that when they cut teeth so early it usually hurts them less. A blessing in disguise, I suppose. Our reward for starting the teething process so early.
I don't know if it's his age, or his personality, but he's very quiet when we're out in public. He stares, he sucks his bottom lip (something I find to be adorable, I need to get that on camera), and rarely makes a peep. If someone stops to talk and smile at him he'll usually reward them with a little smile of his own, but it's not guaranteed. Of course, this does not apply while at church, where he seems to reserve his loudest shrieks.
Just in the last few days he's started the beginning of a babble. It seems to be the same as before, just noise, no consonents, but now he does it with his mouth in a little "O", his tongue getting in his way and making adorable little sounds. I could listen to it all day.
Except at nap time, of course...
I don't know how it's possible, but I really do love him more every day. I know that's cheesy and corny and cliche, but it's true. Nothing is better than getting a good smile out of my little boy. Nothing beats kissing those big chipmunk cheeks. (I swear he's got something in there. They're so big.) We will try anything to get him to giggle, will face complete humiliation to get a belly laugh. This is certainly the most challenging thing we've ever done, but it is by far the most fun and rewarding. How can it not be?
Have I mentioned how much I love his little hair growin' in? And that hairline? Well. I do. I love it very much.
