SEVEN Months

Quincy is seven months old. Wow. I could not imagine my life without him now. He weighs 17.15lbs. I thought that our next doctors appointment would be his 9 month check-up. I thought wrong. Yesterday I noticed Quincy tugging at his ear. Just once or twice. No fever, no complaining. At his six month check-up, he had a bad ear infection in each ear--I would have never known because he didn't complain. So, I saw one tug at the ear and had him in the doctors office today. Yep, ear infection in each ear. He acts fine. Amoxocillin again. So, on to other things...

I was browsing Target's baby clothes and saw some onsies that were sized as "NB". I thought, that is tiny. I remember when NB was too big for Quincy. I really can't believe that we have made it 7 months. And it seems like each day gets better with him. I'll try to remember what has changed since last month. It seems like something new everyday.

Q is eating 3 meals of "solid" food plus bottles. He likes everything so far except for peas and green beans, I know this because he gags. He gags, which makes me gag, so we've given up on green veggies for now. So we've been saying that he is teething since he was like 2 months. We still say that now. No teeth yet but all signs point to a few showing up soon. Quincy sleeps all night, which is a wonderful blessing. He has slept all night, but not consistently until this month. He usually goes down between 6-8, depending on what we have going and wakes about 6:30am. If he wakes up in the night, he will soothe himself back to sleep. He hardly sleeps at all during the day. He saves it up for the weekend. I think that there is just too much excitement at daycare and he doesn't want to miss it, so he stays awake. One of the daycare workers told me that they put him in his crib and he just stays there, quiet, like he knows it is nap time. He doesn't cry or anything. John and I both remember not wanting to take naps when we were little. Couldn't be farther from what we'd prefer now.

Quincy is almost sitting up by himself. He will sit up for a few seconds, then sort of lean to one side and use that arm to prop himself up but eventually falls over. He gets better and stronger everyday. He's scooting on his tummy. A friend told me this is the soldier crawl. I still think that he is aways from crawling, but he is trying. Yesterday I had him on the changing table. He turned over on his belly. I was right there, just watching to see what he would do. He grabbed the end of the changing pad with both hands and pulled himself to the end. He then took his left arm and in one clean sweep cleared off the dresser. He was very proud of himself. Then he grabbed the end of the dresser and pulled himself to the end of that and just looked down. He then looked up at me and smiled. I could just see trouble in his eyes.

Q is pretty good at expressing himself. He has this deep strong brow line like his father. Many times you can just look at him and know what he is thinking....like in the following photo, he is saying, "i'm over it, done". Possibly even some sign language?

When we feed him solid food and he is full he starts to blow raspberries with food in his mouth. Yesterday I got prunes spewed on me. And then he laughed. He is learning what he is capable of. The other day I was in the store and a little girl said "hi" to him. She was probably 2 or so. He didn't respond and I guess that threw her for a loop, so she just kept repeating "hi". We continued to walk the aisles and I hear him say "hi". It was about 3-4 minutes after we had seen the little girl. Of course he was just mimicking her and hasn't done it again, but still, it was wild!

He is like a fish out of water when we are trying to put his pj's on him after his bath. Literally, he is like a fish in water and really does flop around like a fish when we get him out of the tub. It takes the two of us to hold him down and distract him in order to get him ready for bed. It reminds me of watching that crazy man, the crocodile hunter, as he wrestled down the crocks. He didn't survive, and sometimes I think that we might not either. He smiles the whole time. And, I actually love it.