7 Months of James
This week James is 7 months old! He’s such a happy and chill baby. Molly always made excited arm motions and James makes excited leg motions… he kicks and kicks and kicks! He can kick off his sleep sack, he can kick out of his pajamas, this morning he actually ripped a snap right off his pajamas from kicking.
I thought I would post a recap of his monthly photos even though this is something probably only his mother cares about. Ha! But it’s my blog, I can do whatever I want.
The first few months were exhausting and sleepless, like the first months of most new babies lives, I think. He liked to be held constantly and I often slept holding him, because there just weren’t any other options. Despite that, I really soaked in those times where he was always asleep on me - I am now well aware of how fleeting that snuggly stage is! Molly cuddles maybe once a day, the rest of the time she flies through life at full speed.
Ah, so cute, even with his baby acne. His top lip is my favourite, like it’s two times longer than his bottom lip or something, and his mouth always looks like a little dome.
Somewhere between these two pictures is where we started sleeping. Ah, sweet sleep, I LOVE YOU. You know I used to think my love language was ‘Words of Affirmation’ but now I know that it’s actually sleep and showering. HA. I laugh but it’s dead serious.
He’s so inquisitive, needs to reach for everything he can see. He has been able to roll himself over since he was a week old (it’s the strong legs!) but he refuses to learn to sit. I mean… I sit him up, and he sits, but then he sees something and literally will hurl his body towards it even if it means smashing his face into the floor. So he’s not good at sitting. I think he might even crawl before he sits. But that’s okay, buddy, you do you.
So there we go! 7 Months of smiles and snuggles and being covered in spit up. We are all obsessed with him, Molly and Finn included. I can’t wait to see him grow, it’s just the best.