You are 7 months old today, and such a doll you have become. You are babbling more and more, and of course making that "da da" sound - just like your brothers did! You have figured out how to free your arm from under your belly when you roll over, but still prefer to lay on your back, sit in your Bumbo seat, jump in the Jumperoo or sit in your high chair. This is all fine with me. I'm in no rush for you to grow.
You have the sweetest disposition. You love for anyone to hold you and talk to you. You make everyone around you smile. I sense that you will be very confident, outgoing and pleasant. You are also very patient! All qualities you inherited from me. (That was a joke. But seriously, stop laughing. It wasn't that funny.)
You started eating baby food and we have a morning routine with it. So far you'll eat anything from bananas to apple sauce to prunes to spinach. You like it all. I love watching you patiently grasp little pieces of food with those delicate fingers and slowly try to bring it to your mouth. I cheer you on each time.
You are a beautiful baby. An elderly lady stopped us the other day so she could look at you. She said you had eyes like "blueberry pie". I'm often told by strangers to cherish you, every moment, and soak it all in. I am baby girl. I am. You are so, so very loved.