seven months

My love, Clio, you are something quite amazing.  Here you are seven months old and the center of our world.  Could I snatch the moon and stars from the sky to give them to you I would do so in a heartbeat.  You have made life bright again and you help to chase away the darkness.  

We know it is only a matter of weeks before you start crawling and giving us a run for our money.  I can already see the twinkle in your eye and the determination set into the corners of your mouth.  You'll get there soon, my dear.

You have one and half new teeth to add to your already quite formidable and sharp arsenal.  Bite, bite, bite.  Despite the teeth you still are having a hard time with solid foods.  If given the choice you still always choose nursing over eating solids.  I can't say that I object too much though.  I know that soon enough you will be weaning yourself from nursing and I will be longing for the days when I held you and snuggled you close to feed you.

Your Papa and I love how much you dig books.  If you are ever in a bad mood one of the quickest ways to calm you down is to read to you.  Maybe these things are genetic?  I am looking forward to one day taking you to the used bookstores that I love so much and letting you pick out your own books.

The other quickest way to calm you down is to show you the baby who lives in the mirror.  Oh, how excited you get to see the baby in the mirror.  She never fails to make you laugh with glee.  

It may just be a temporary thing, a by-product of our recent trip, but you are once again sleeping through the night.  I just wanted to say thank you.  It is greatly appreciated.  Keep up the good work my little goosey girl.

You have so much ahead of you.  I can't wait to meet the person you are becoming.