Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Archie: 7 months

Oh hey there Conan.  Look at that swoop of curls up on top!  It doesn't last long after a bath but the curls are coming.  A bit lopsided as he really only has hair up on top, but there are there...already wants to be just like his big brother and sister.

This guy.  Starting to ooohhh and ahhhhh  all the time.  Still just the happiest guy in town.  (sister is trying to sneak in on this picture:).

He is officially sitting, though unreliable in his toppling.  Surrounded by a boppy or other pillows, he's fine.  He's totally mastered the bend-at-the-waist-and-reach-a-toy maneuver.

He is eating like a champ.  Finally dropped a day time feeding!  So now we're breakfast, earlier lunch and a nap from 12:30-4, snack, dinner, bed.  All in a day's work.  He's had his rough patches of sleeping, but we're in a good stretch right now.  He still wakes up halfway through his nap and I flip him over.  Yes, that's right folks.  7 month old who still can't roll over.  All three of them.   Not rollers.

Archie, you are grabbing everything.  My hair, earrings, skin, clothes, other toys that aren't yours, Cooper's fur, Hattie's hair, everything.  The best part about your grabbing, is your hugging.  Your hugging is intense.  You hug with your whole body, and then some.  When I pick you up from your crib you grab me so tightly, I tell myself each time that I'll never let you go.

This month has brought a whole new level of animation.  Facial expressions, and evidence that you are learning and understanding the world around you.  Your smile is still amazingly contagious.  You make my world brighter with your affectionate looks.

Archie-man.  My man.  You have us captivated with your sweetness.  You are already so observant, nothing gets by you.  Your belly laugh gets us all laughing.  You don't want to be left out.  Ever.  But we would never want you to be, either.  Your brother and sister continue to dote on you, taking special care of you when you need extra attention while waiting in your infant car seat to head out the door.  They know what you like, where your nukie is and what noises usually mean you spit up. Your sweet animated face is hard to look away from. I just don't ever want to forget the feeling of your tiny little arms, hands and body, squeezing me so tight...

 I wish I could capture in a picture....your baby hugs.

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