Someday I'll get it all under wraps and I'll post on a weekly schedule and all will be right in the world...but for now...
My baby.
He's seven months old today. He sits up. He says muma. He says dada. He babbles on and on. He eats three meals a day. He nurses a lot. He laughs. He screams. He grunts. He constantly moves his hands and feet. He hates his crib. He loves his toys. He's rotten. He's sweet. He's the most gorgeous baby ever. I can't believe it's already been 7 months. I can't believe it's only been 7 months.
He has filled this spot in my heart that I didn't know was missing, that I thought was always there until he arrived. Then I realized how empty and broken I would be without him.
He has thrown our life into a tailspin but fits perfectly. He was always meant to be and has always been a piece of our family, yet one year ago I didn't even know he was a he.
He has made all of our hearts smile. He is more loved than any baby ever with a mom and a dad and a big brother and sister to dote and dance and entertain. We all fall over each other to make him laugh.
He is absolutely not easy. The whole, third baby - easy peasy...um no. He is so far from easy...but he is perfect in his little dictator-like attitude. He screams, we all jump. He will be spoiled beyond compare.
He is our baby.
