Where does the time go? Yes. I KNOW everyone says it flies – it does – and I’ve enjoyed every fleeting second of it. I just can’t believe it’s been seven months.
Seven months since this sweet girl made her entrance like she lives everyday. Chill. Relaxed. She’s such a trooper, y’all.
At 7 months, Petite weighs 16 lbs. She loves to eat bananas, peaches, blueberries, squash, chicken, turkey, potato… so many foods. She’s eating whatever I can think to puree/smash/smush for her. And she loves it all. Except purred jarred peas. Not a big fan. I have video evidence. Her eye lashes are to die for and her hair can’t decide if it wants to be red, or blond, or light brown, or something else…
She’s such a happy baby. Seriously. Like even on the bad days, she’s amazing. (I know. I’m sorry. really, I DO know how blessed we are.) She laughs when sissy-Brie barks and licks her feet, she cracks up if I drop something loud (like a pan) and she hardly smirks when I *try* to be funny. As Douxie said today, “She’s gonna be a tough one to crack when she’s in middle school.” But she’s just chill all.the.time.
You are amazing. You’re a thinker, like your Daddy. You watch and listen and observe. I so appreciate your sweet nature and that you intuitively understand that Momma is NOT a morning person. Your chattering and smiles in the morning make my whole day better. I love how you try to communicate with us. It doesn’t go unnoticed. You’re a special soul, mon Petite. I love you more than words can say.
p.s. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE sit up for more than 30 seconds. You will be SO much happier. And I will too. Although, I think that sometimes you face plant because you think it’s funny. And that’s cool, too. xx