I don't know why but for me the number 7 in any age just sounds so much older than the number 6. I remember turning 27 and feeling like 27 sounded so much more like "hey, you really are an adult now, get your act together" where as 26 just sounds like you are still young and can have fun and do whatever you want.
Silas is now 7 months and that just seems crazy to me, crazier than 6 months. Maybe because he is just that much closer to being a year. At 7 months, he is ON THE MOVE, creeping all over the house (which started the day after he turned 6 months - so awhile now). He still is not crawling on all fours, but I wonder if he may just go from creeping to walking AAHHH). The other day he actually pulled himself on a basket into a standing position and has been standing against other things quite well without our support.
His current favorite things are gumming on puzzle pieces, STILL chasing the cats (and burying his face in their fur), banging EVERYTHING, being tickled and sung to, and pulling moms hair. Why not...
I THINK I may see what looks like a tooth coming in the bottom, but jury is still out.
He is giggling more and more, and has the cutest little laugh ever. Seriously.
He has had a variety of fruits and vegetables now. He really enjoys pears, carrots, banana, and avocado. Sweet potatoes on the other hand, he is not really feeling (it's okay Si, mom isn't a fan either).
Oh, and he did finally take that poop. While I was at the store getting the Miralax. And it wasn't a sad poop. Just a normal one.... thank goodness for daddy's sake... :)
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