seven months

This time last year, I was just starting to show my pregnant belly and going crazy waiting to find out if you were a boy or a girl. And now, BAM– you’re seven months old!

SO many big things happened in the last month, but the highlight? You’re a creepy-crawler! You can army-crawl your way across the room in a flash, especially if you’re trying to get to something you’re not supposed to have. You’ve recently started rocking on your knees, so I think a full-on crawl is in the near future!

All of this newfound mobility has led to a few changes around the Kozlowski house. First change? Lowering the pack and play so that you don’t flip out of it, you crazy little daredevil.

Second change? We bought a baby jail! Sorry, stinky cheese, but your recent conquests for electrical outlets and wires of any kind have just about given me a heart attack. Woo woo for baby jail!

We’ve continued exploring more table food this month, adding strawberries, blueberries, and noodles to the mix (all cut/squished/mashed so momma doesn’t have to do the heimlich). Bananas continue to be a favorite, and you are ever the puff monster! I’ve been trying to make the transition happen from bottle to sippy cup, but you are not– I repeat– NOT into it! I’ve even pulled out juice as a secret weapon, and you continue to look at me like I have three heads when I offer you the evil sippy. Seems like someone is stubborn like his mother.

That same “someone” has also left his nine-month clothes in the dust! We have officially moved into your twelve-month wardrobe. You are looking less like a baby and more like a little boy every day, and it’s killing me! I put you in your first pair of Oshkosh jeans and a hoodie the other day and almost cried like a weenie. Fast-forward a millisecond (okay, two years) and you’ll be picking your clothes out yourself and I really will lose it.

This is the outfit I’m talking about, though you can’t see the jeans. I can already see the toddler version of you, waiting in the wings.

As if you haven’t packed in enough big milestones already, you’re getting your first tooth! It’s one of your front teeth, on the bottom left, and it’s just beginning to poke through like a wee little dagger. It basically came out of nowhere– no fussing or crying from you, tough guy! Gigi says that most teeth come in twos, so we’re waiting to see if she’s right =]

This month marked your first Christmas, and it was absolutely perfect. It was so special including you in all of our family traditions for the very first time. And it wasn’t until the week after Christmas that you finally noticed the tree (and tried to pull it down on yourself), so we had a relatively disaster-free holiday! You got all kinds of goodies from Momma and Daddy and grandmas and grandpas, but I think the most exciting part for you was the wrapping paper (which is not edible, by the way). It will get even better in the next few years as you jump on the Santa train, and I can hardly wait!

Your favorite toy, Christmas morning.

Noisy toys from Pops, of course =]
A sweet family picture in front of Gigi’s tree. Merry first Christmas!

Love you, little dude! So much has changed already, with so much more to come. Happy seven months!


Author: Erica the Great

Wife, momma, teacher, and a twenty-something for a little while longer. Every day, I'm a lot of things for a lot of people. This space? It's just for me.

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