Hooray you’re seven months old! You have changed so much since I went back to work. Not only do you roll, but you also crawl like a champ. You eat solid foods… well solid foods that have been smashed up into a paste. You can even pull yourself up to stand. Yesterday you decided no more cute mobile over your crib. Better stand up and rip it down. You constantly try to take my phone. I try so hard to stop this, but I feel like I’m in a losing battle. I bought you a fake phone, maybe that will help? This is probably step one to a lifelong addiction. Welcome to the 21st century. You smile and laugh all the time.
You sleep in a crib like a god damn champ. Seriously you require almost zero support at bedtime. We sleep sack you, give you a big ol bottle, and then plop you into bed. Sometimes you get pretty pissed at said plopping, but usually you just pass out after five minutes. Naps are an entirely different story. You nap like 20 minutes a day, typically when we walk to get coffee. You are AWFUL at naps.
I buy you so many books (I’d like to think you really love the ABCs of D&D, nerd…) I’ve started getting you toys mostly so I have something to play with. All in all, I’d give you a 4.5 star for being a baby. I mean you’re my favorite baby, you’re pretty much everything I could ever want. We just need more naps!