Sweet seven-months

Nutmeg turned seven months last week. She celebrated by being incredibly grouchy all week, possibly a combination of teething and a cold coming on. Now she is happy again but suffering from a blocked nose. The night before last she woke five times where normally she would sleep through. But even when grumpy she is still the loveliest baby in the world.

This week you have started crawling.

You would rather be walking.
So you push your little bottom up into the air with your legs all straight like Mowgli, and advance like a caterpillar.
Our (second) little Frog!

I am trying to baby proof the house and you are trying to follow me wherever I go.

Usually you get tired before moving more than a couple of feet.

Then you lie down and suck your thumb, or else flail your arms and cry loudly.

You also try to move objects out of your way by headbutting them.
So determined.

You adore your brother and try to follow him about when he's around.
Nothing he can say or do will stop you smiling sweetly at him.
Even when he throws a screaming fit.
No wonder he loves you so much.

Today he offered you a choice of two new rattles.
You chose the pink one.
My little girly girl.

You love solid food, and have only turned one thing down so far.
Banana.
The one thing all babies are supposed to like.

You cry when you want the potty, and then cry more if it's too late.
But if you were already naked you splash your feet in it and laugh.
And I don't even mind cleaning it up, because you're so sweet.

I could probably go on writing all night, because there are so many things I love about you.
And then Daddy could take over and write all day tomorrow.
We are so happy God gave you to us,
our lovely, wonderful daughter.