7 months. As you can see she sits totally unassisted now. She's rocking her pierced ears. She still doesn't like being on her stomach, but is showing some early signs of prepping for crawling.
7 months. She loves, and I mean loves, to eat. Pretty much the only food she doesn't like are green beans. She's developed a hilarious, pursed-lips face to inform us that she is not amused and does not approve of our attempts to feed it to her.
7 months. She babbles and "talks" incessantly. She has her brothers at her beck and call, they do her bidding as she pleases. Everything, and I mean everything, goes into her mouth where she loves to slobber, suck, and bite.
7 months. You can see her favorite facial expression above. It greets us morning, noon, and night. She finds it hilarious when you return the favor. She's beginning to love and learn how to play peek-a-boo. She loves pulling her socks off. She can eat whole Cheerios, no more breaking them apart for this girl.
7 months. My little girl is growing too fast. Luckily I still have a long while left where I can refer to her as such without an eye-roll or sigh. Time to enjoy the giggles and grins. Time where the mere sight of her Mommy is enough to elicit pure joy. Plenty of time I know. But still, 7 months.
All is well, picture perfect, in Drosche Land.
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