Since I thought it might be nice to write SOMETHING about him before his first birthday, today’s post is dedicated to my Sam.
Seven months. Where does the time go?
*He has four teeth, with more ready to break through any day.
*He loves to bite whatever he can get into his mouth, other people’s fingers being his first choice.
*His favorite food is sweet potatoes. (After fingers, of course.) He likes to munch on rice rusks, and he HATES the Gerber 1st stage meats. Watching him do the full-body dry heave of revulsion after a spoonful of “chicken” makes me giggle every time. And since they say a baby needs to try something at least 10 times before he knows for sure he hates it, I have six more highly enjoyable mealtime shows to enjoy before the guilt can “officially” creep in.
*He doesn’t roll over. He absolutely refuses to do it.
*He can, however, turn in a 360-degree circle on both is back and his stomach to get to what he wants.
*He sits up on his own, with the occasional wobble.
*He loves books. His Hungry Caterpillar and Hawaiian fish books are his favorites.
*He still likes to be swaddled (best blankets EVER!) tightly when he goes to sleep. He recognizes the blanket and tucks his arms into his body in anticipation.
*I have finally worked him up to one nap (most days). Clearly, not much gets done during the day.
*He’d have no problem being held 24/7. (See: above)
*He is a shameless flirt. He bats his big blue eyes and charms everyone.
*He snorts when he laughs. HILARIOUS.
*He’s tiny. Barely in the fifth percentile, he still hasn’t doubled his birth weight.
*He holds onto my finger while he nurses. He also does a dirty-old-man chuckle when I lay him across my lap and reach under my shirt. (Kenny says, “That’s my boy!”)
*He is fascinated by the dogs, his feet, and sunlight.
*He loves his mama. (She loves him right back!)
Out of all the babies in the world, I’m quite sure I got the very best one.