The fact that you’re 7 months old blows me away. You’re so funny and you’re really into making this clicking sound with your mouth. I think it’s something your great grandmother taught you, but now it’s like our secret language. When you click, I click, we all click. We’ll be traveling this weekend and you’re going on a plane for the first time. Me and your dad are more nervous than we like to admit but I think we’re gonna have a good time.
We recently bought you an ExerSaucer - like a fancy jumper - and you’re obsessed with that thing. To the point that you ignore us. It’s actually funny now that I think about it. And you’ve also really been into the NBA playoffs. Whenever your dad puts it on, you get freakishly calm and concentrate on what you’re watching.
You’re growing at a rapid rate and eating A LOT more solid foods. Like, a lot more. You’ve even been drinking less milk because you’re eating more food. You also think that you can feed yourself which isn’t true. But I always appreciate your effort. I love you. Even more than last month. More than last week. More than yesterday.
P.S. - You have the greatest 'fro ever.