inspiration for my blog has run a little dry lately. actually, that’s not entirely true. i have lots of little rants saved up inside my whiny head, just nary the time to dump them into a blog. i feel ten times busier this year than last. i wonder why?

oh, right. now i’m doing everything and have a baby.

speaking of, happy seven month birthday, baby girl. so many months of changes. if you’ve checked out our pics, you’ve probably noticed the less blob-like appearance of our spawn. yes, she’s turning into quite the little human these days. teeth and everything.

so here’s the seven month letter to baby:

so what’s changed in your world these past few weeks? well, a few things. first, you still got the two front teeth, but more are threatening to join them. if the proliferation of snot tells us anything, it tells us that there are some teeth definitely coming. you have become quite adept at dodging my attempts at using the snot sucker on your poor little nose.

in the hair department, you’re still quite the goldilocks. you have your father’s blonde highlights, but my dark brunette influence is starting to spread at the back of your head, diligently working its way to the front. we’ll see if the blonde puts up much of a fight.

you’ve discovered your attention-getting yell. it’s actually more of a bark, or “hey!” kind of baby yell. it’s very staccato and loud. mostly it’s annoying, but you don’t seem to mind. i’m sure you learned it from day care because there’s not much barking going on here, other than you.

i know it’s been seven months, and i know i’m definitely not winning mommy of the year now, but on sunday you’ll get your first portrait taken. at sears. i’m still deciding on the autumn scene or go full-on hate-me-when-you’re-older and dress you in a scarecrow outfit with hay coming out of your shirt and a silly hat. heh, heh. so many embarassing choices, so little time. i already have the requisite naked baby on blanket picture so you have to be nice to me.

One of the reasons we (and by we, i do mean I) waited so long to get your picture done was because you’re just now sitting up on your own. finally. and those pictures of little babies laying down seem like such a waste. i’m not going to feel like we’re getting our money’s worth until i know the smile you’re smiling is real and not gas and that you can actually sit on your own accord. maybe i’m just overthinking it, but get used to it. it doesn’t get any better.

otherwise, life is good. you’ve moved out of your carrier into the big girl seat of your stroller. you have quite a commanding presence in your throne on wheels. mostly you like to chew on the tray that’s in front of you or the belt that straps you in. whatever, you’re not real picky.

but you’re happy. you’re healthy. you’re loved. the three most important things a little girl (or big, for that matter) could ever ask for.

and next week, your first trip to the beach.

oh, boy. wish us luck!