Dear Corben: Seven Months

Dear Corben,

On Monday, you turned 7 months old.

I can hardly express to you how much you have changed in the past month. You have gone from stationary to mobile - not quite crawling, but perfecting the scootch, and you are all over the place. Last night I looked over at you and you were sitting. And then you were laying down, and then suddenly you were sitting again! I have no idea how you did it, but it's clear that you're a man on the move. Just like your brother, and millions of babies before you, when we put you down on the floor you head straight for the one thing you shouldn't be playing with. Shoes are your favourite, and while they're great for playing with, they're less great for chewing on, which is where everything that you get in your hands inevitably ends up - your mouth.
You've become way more vocal, testing out the boundaries of your voice. The bababababa's can stay. The high pitched squeals that drill directly into my cerebal cortex have GOT to go. And the growls, which sound remarkably like Griffins's growls, are just cute enough to stay. (Keep in mind though that there are only a certain amount of things that you should be picking up from your brother.)You're also eating solid foods (and pooping solid poops!) You've become quite the snuggler, and I love sitting in the big chair with you and have you rest your head on my shoulder and fall asleep for a brief moment until you're ready to go again. I love love love snuggling up with you at night, even though you are a sweat hog. Since you come by it honestly, I'll forgive you.You're the cutest kid around, dolling out smiles to all the ladies wherever we go, like your brother (and father) before you. I love watching your personality emerge - you love to laugh, but you're that quiet explorer kind of kid, which, frankly we could use around here!
And dude, you suddenly have HAIR!
It's been another great month. It's been such a pleasure to watch you grow, and emerge, and I think you really are the perfect addition to our little family!

Love Mama

PS. Remember yesterday, when you did that swan dive out of my arms and hurled yourself towards the pavement? Remember when I caught you, only after you flipped and flopped out of my arms 3 or 4 times on your way towards the ground and certain head injury? No? Don't remember? Well, I do, likely because I nearly had a freaking heart attack. Please, for the love of all things holy, don't EVER do that again.

(If my heart rate climbs above 200 bpm and stays that way for an hour, does that count as an extra workout?)