Oh man, are you growing up fast. Imagine my surprise last night when I went into your room as you were crying (you were supposed to be going to bed) only to find you looking like this:
I had set you down horizontally -- how did you get vertical?
This morning, we repeated the process and Grandpa and I watched you climbing to a standing position on your own. It took you under a minute, and Grandpa noted that it would have been faster had you not stopped to sample the taste of the bumper on the way up. I agree with Grandpa when he says, "You're going to be a pistol." You were pretty proud of yourself, and you repeated the entire process with a smile for Grandma just a few minutes later.
This development -- alongside your learning to crawl (more or less) and your shiny new tooth -- appeared at a symbolic moment. Baby clothes usually go from 0-3 months, then 3-6, and then it's Bigkidville. And although you are wearing 9- and 12-month stuff already, I guess I still had a bit of a distinction in my head that said: babies are little babies when under six months, and big babies when over six months. So you have passed six months and entered the big leagues. The proof? Your next big milestone is, God help me, WALKING.
Grandpa and I took you to the YMCA the other day for your first swimming class. Not only was it fun to see you discovering water like that for the first time, it was also neat to watch you check out other kids. Your grandpa was also pretty cute with you -- we blew bubbles, sang the Hokey Pokey, and practiced watching you float. You seemed to like swimming, athough you couldn't understand what all these weirdo adults were doing singing in a pool together. I am not quite sure what to tell you about that.
The things we have discovered you enjoy in the past month include (but are not limited to): dumping out your toys from the laundry basket, testing out vocal pitches and volumes, grabbing Grandma's earrings, watching tap dancing on TV, Carrie Underwood, bananas and carrots, playing with the shower curtain, rolling from A to B, watching people load/unload the dishwasher, and dropping anything you can get your hands on.
So now you have your new tooth and can't stop rolling your tongue over it. You're pretty funny looking when you do it, but I can tell you're having a good time. And as long as you're happy, mama's happy.
Happy seven months, Big Guy.