Tuesday, October 27, 2009
7 months and Fat as Ever!
Peanut turned 7 months old this past weekend. He is just a delight! He is so playful and happy these days. He mostly wants to be sitting up playing with toys but I can convince him to lay on his tummy and play a couple of times a day. He isn't crawling or even coming close to wanting to start trying to get anywhere near crawling, which I am very thankful for! But he does rotate and wiggle if something is out of his reach. Luckily if he seems to be trying to get to a toy and can't make it, Little Man is happy to rush in and push it closer to him and then bring him 3 more toys that he didn't even know he wanted.
Peanut has dropped (with a little coercion from me) his third nap and so is sleeping from 9:30-10:30 and 1:00-2:30ish on good days but he is still my champion sleeper at night! He is tummy sleeping and seems to have developed an attachment to a stuffed dog but we aren't sure it is going to stick. He does get super excited to see it though which is adorable!
Peek A Boo is his favorite game to play and Pat a Cake is a close second. He loves having his face covered by the blanket and then pulled off. He starts to shake and squeal when I hope the blanket up and dips his head down waiting and waiting for me to throw it over him. He will play for as long as I let him and sometimes Little Man even will take over for me. (with my close supervision)
Food Glorious Food! Peanut loves to eat! Well he loves to eat his homemade baby food. He isn't overly fond of anything we buy at the store and try to pass off on him when I don't feel like grinding something up. He loves peas, sweet potatoes, squash, apples, pears, bananas, avocado. Next up greenbeans, mango and carrots. The funniest part is that he acts like he is starving. All 24 pounds of him gets angry if you don't put food in his mouth within seconds of putting him in his high chair. The other day I sat down to feed him and had to get back up to get something. You would have thought he was undergoing torture with all the fuss that he put up until I sat back down to provide him with his much needed sustenance.
All he wants for Christmas are his two front teeth. They are swollen and angry little bumps that are plaguing him and he is not happy about it. We are hoping they break through in the next few days to put him out of his misery.
And probably the sweetest skill that he has developed is that he reaches for us. When we go into his room after naps or in the morning he pushes up on this arms and reaches out to be picked up. He will reach for me if someone else is holding him and reaches for Papa Bear when he gets home from work. It fills our hearts with love and happiness to see him growing up and developing.