I’ve been grinning deliriously at this face for seven months now.
He weighs 18 pounds and nine ounces. His fat thighs are my favorites to grab and kiss. Most days, I just put him in a shirt and forgo shorts so I can squeeze the living daylight out of them.
He chows down oatmeal and sweet potatoes. He hated peas and green beans. He accidentally sucked on a popsicle. You better believe he looooooooved that.
He has four teeth and my fingers have learned they are all sharp. Also, he has a strong jaw. (Just ask my fingers.)
He is strong and healthy and I’m so thankful to God for that every day.
He does not sleep through the night. We have had some very long nights together but there is a special baby tenderness that comes out with the moon and I treasure seeing that. (Related: I am very, very tired this month.)
He thoroughly exhausts me but when I see him sleeping, I want to scoop him up, kiss the thighs and hold him close.
He is HAPPY. He is such a happy baby and grins, grins, grins all the time. Most of the grins include a tongue hanging out a smidgen.
He LOVES his daddy. I wish you could see how his face lights up when Joe comes through the front door every evening,
He is ticklish and we have a lot, a lot of fun with it.
He fights his diaper changes now. Those are fun times.
He is thisclose to crawling but his chunky thighs keep getting in the way. He manages to get where he wants by a combination of scotching, shifting and turning.
He is my water baby. The kid loves to splash in the bath and in the pool. He is not a fan of the surprises that come with splash parks.
I still can’t believe I have a 7-month old son named Caleb. He gives me an incredible amount of joy and a big, squishy amount of real estate to kiss and squeeze.