Today you are seven months old.
This last month has been a relatively uneventful one in terms of your development and growth. I'd say we're in the calm before the storm, although there's not much calm about you at the moment. You are getting so close to so many things:
- You roll like crazy, but can't quite get up on your hands and knees to start crawling
- You can sit on your own for a good amount of time, but when you're done sitting you just fall backwards rather than executing a proper exit from the sit
- You are oh so very close to having teeth. The gums have broken for the first one to arrive, although the tooth is still below the gumline, it is on its way
You still weigh the same as you did last month (well, did as of last Thursday, I think you may have put on a few ounces in the meantime), but you have grown around an inch since that time. It sure seems like our early predictions are going to come true and you will be a long, lean one like your daddy.
We took you to Vegas a couple of weeks ago for your first Fantasy Football draft. We were staying with your Grandma and Grandpa of Swank in a timeshare condo of theirs. The plan was that they would babysit you while your Dad and I got to go experience Vegas as it was meant to be experienced. Of course, you chose that weekend to suffer from some MAJOR separation anxiety, so we couldn't so much as walk into the next room if the other one wasn't present. We were able to adapt quite well, as apparently the law in Las Vegas is that infants are allowed in bars as long as they are not physically at the bar. I'm not sure if that's REALLY the law, or if that's what the sports bar claimed the law was so that we'd watch our NFL opening Sunday games there, but it worked for me. I don't know that you've ever slept so hard in your life as you did during those opening games. In a bar full of football fans who would yell and scream when the really big plays went down. I'm not sure if this means you are so comfortable with sports that you can relax in their presence (your second best naps being bottom of the ninth inning rallies at baseball games) or if you are so incredibly bored you can't stand to keep your eyes open. For your sake I hope it's the first one.
We also took you to Circus, Circus for what I referred to as "Baby Gambling." You might not be able to play the slots, but at least you can win prizes. You won two. One your dad won for you at a game called "Touchdown Football" that entailed knocking a beach ball off an air stream. The second prize you won for being cute at one of the race games.
I'm REALLY looking forward to the months ahead with you. You are oh so very close to oh so many exciting things in your development, and I can't wait for you to put them all together.