Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dear Everleigh (7 Months!)

Those eyes, those eyes. You're going to break some hearts one day, missy.
 Dear Everleigh,

You are seven months old today and cooler, smarter, and better looking than ever ;) Here are some of the amazing feats you accomplished this month:

You mastered the words "Mama", "Dada", and "Baby" and  sometimes even  use them appropriately! You also went from getting up on all fours, wiggling around, doing yoga positions, then falling, to actually crawling! Now you cannot be stopped. But that wasn't exciting enough for you--just days after getting crawling figured out, you also mastered the art of pulling yourself up. You absolutely love pulling yourself up to a standing position in your crib, on the coffee table, on the chairs, on my legs...pretty much anything you could possible grab onto to lift yourself up is fair game.

Along with all this new found activity comes a host of bumps and cries, as you are figuring out important lessons, like that you can't let go with both hands to grab the kazoo and still stay standing. But you know what? You're a pretty tough cookie. Daddy and I try to not make a big deal of things and just say, "you're alright!" while offering hugs. You seem to respond well to that and quickly move on to repeating the task that made you fall in the first place.

You've been trying as hard as you can to get those first little teeth, and it's made you pretty fussy, especially around bedtime. But Dad and I just try to make sure you're alright, and keep a sense of humor about everything so we don't get too frustrated.

What else...this month was Christmas, and you received a host of fun and thoughtful gifts which you quickly brushed aside to make room for playing with the wrapping paper and bows. You're starting to show more facial expressions, which crack us up every day--especially when you give us the "sassy look".

Your dad and I are starting to think you're going to be a real tough guy. Now when you want something that you can't quite seem to grab or want to climb up on something out of reach, you've started growling. Grrrrrrrrr. It's a low, animalistic growl that's actually a mix of funny and scary. But mostly funny. Mostly. In addition to that, you've started sometimes making a fist and hitting it with your open hand, which totally looks like you're saying, "don't mess with me"....OK you might be in the mob.

You definitely have a big personality! I love you so much, little girl, and I'm trying right now to enjoy your babiness while it's still here, since you seem to be bound and determined to grow up as quickly as possible.

Stay little just a little longer, ok?



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