by statia on October 7, 2007

The Mini turned 7 months on Friday. Like every other parent out there, it blows my mind that he’s growing up this fast. We’re closer now to his first birthday than his actual birth and not only do I want to bottle each phase of his life up and stick it on a shelf, but I want to stop time. The newborn days are nothing more than a distant blur, but it’s a time that I wouldn’t trade in. We were very lucky to have the Meester home for the first 7 weeks, and it was hard, frustrating, exhausting. But we had nowhere we needed to be. The days all ran together. We were able to sit around and do nothing but adjust to our new life and enjoy the fleeting moments.

The Mini is at the age now where he refuses to sit still for anything. The only time he sits still is in his car seat and in his high chair, and it’s largely because he’s strapped in. If he’s in my lap, he’s climbing all over me. If he’s on the floor he’s finding ways to scoot around. Usually backwards. He can get up on all fours, but he prefers the easier backwards method for now. He’s been sitting up like a champ. He holds his own sippy cup. He’s on his way to self feeding. He gives kisses. Granted, they’re really slimy and open mouthed, but he knows how to give kisses. He waved today. He’s such a happy and funny kid. He’s becoming more and more fun every day. He loves to push buttons, both physically and mentally. He’s one of the most focused kids I know. He will concentrate on something and there’s no getting his attention. He’s content to sit with a book and “read” it for minutes on end when the mood strikes him. Although, the sitting still part is becoming a distant memory. I’m exhausted by the time he goes to bed. He still refuses to hold his own bottle. Not because he can’t. He can, however, he prefers to have his hands free to stick his fingers in every one of my facial orifices, while he uses the other hand to stroke my face.

And at night, when he’s fallen asleep in my arms, I still watch him as he sleeps, he still takes my breath away.


MsPrufrock October 7, 2007 at 11:45 pm

Awww…you big sap.

I can’t believe he’s 7 months old already either, and he’s not even my kid! At least I don’t think he is, but I suppose we’ll never know.

ssfb October 8, 2007 at 5:32 am

Awww. It’s ok, you can be a sap. The visual of him stroking your face makes me into a big sap.

robyn October 8, 2007 at 5:50 am

I spy…a mommy. :-)

donna October 8, 2007 at 6:15 am

What a big boy. What a good mommy.

Camille October 8, 2007 at 6:59 am

awww….that was lovely.

Lenni October 8, 2007 at 7:05 am

Aww. Sweet! I had a friend’s baby who refused to hold her own bottle. Sort of like, Woman! Why would I do that myself when I can get you to do it for me while I just lay here?

geeky October 8, 2007 at 9:17 am

I still can’t believe he’s 7 months old already.

Suz October 8, 2007 at 10:31 am

That was beautiful. Congratulations on the first seven months!

Faith October 8, 2007 at 11:27 am

I met a 7 month old over the weekend. 7 month-olds are cutie-patooties.

And he’s already pushing your buttons? You guys have taught him well…

jesser October 8, 2007 at 8:56 pm

Excellently put. The days are flying by way too fast. I was at a shower yesterday with an 8-wk old and I honestly could hardly remember Tabby at that age, which totally freaked me out. You’ve gotta love them at every stage, but man, a time machine would be great right about now!

Deltus October 9, 2007 at 10:15 am

*wipes away single tear*

Nothing! Something got in my eye, okay?!

michele October 9, 2007 at 1:26 pm

slobbery wet, open mouthed baby kisses are THEE BEST. Happy 7 months!

PaintingChef October 10, 2007 at 12:34 pm

I cannot BELIEVE he is already 7 months old. Wow. Time flies when you’re giving babies whiskey. (Heee…)

Chris Cactus October 10, 2007 at 6:02 pm

Wonderful. Being a parent is pretty damn cool isn’t it?

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