Oh Owen,
My baby… My baby who at seven months is crawling, and standing, and eating regular non-puréed people food by the bucket load. And all of this makes you so darn happy!! You terrify me and amaze me with your determination to see just exactly what your tiny body is capable of. You pulled yourself up to standing in the bathtub last week and looked at me beaming with pride while my heart stopped. You are a baby, a tiny baby. A baby who does not yet even weight 20 lbs and yet in your mind you are ready to run, and jump, do back handsprings, eat hamburgers and drink beer.
But you are happy. So very, very, happy (except when you aren’t and then nobody is happy). And you are sleeping, which to date might be our greatest parenting accomplishment. One day, when you are older and have babies of your own, I will tell you why there is no blog post for your sixth month. But for now, suffice it to say that babies who don’t sleep only cry, and parents of babies who don’t sleep cry too. We’re too exhausted to do anything else, including writing in complete sentences.
You have figured out to hold your own bottle, and you like to feed yourself cheerios and cut up fruits and veggies by the fist full. And all of a sudden, you have so much to say. You are so full of excitement over your newfound mobility, it’s like you want to shout it from the rooftops. But when you aren’t shouting you are laughing. One look from Levi can send you into fits of giggles, as can anyone who nuzzles you under your arms.
The very first things people notice about you are your eyes, which absolutely sparkle. They are just so full of LIFE, and so expressive. It’s as if you could tell us everything we need to know just by looking at us. They just want to drink in everything, because there is just so much and you don’t want to miss any of it!! And you, my Baby O, you radiate light and energy and love and excitement and passion. You make my heart explode everytime I look at you. I love you so so much.
