Dear Delilah...

Dear Delilah,

You are now seven and a half months old! How did that happen?!?!? You really aren’t so much a “baby” anymore. You seem more and more like a “kid” every time I look at you. You have started crawling in the last week and you are all over the place and into everything! I swear you have the ability to move faster than the speed of light and can have a cat toy in your mouth in 2 seconds flat. Weasely and Professor Chaos don’t mind sharing though.  Of course you put Weasely and Professor Chaos in your mouth too. I really try to keep you away from them, but honestly, they don’t seem to mind.

You babble all the time, and your favorite thing to say is “Dadadadada”, which causes me so much frustration. I swear you will say “transcendentalism” before you say “Mama”.  You are working on blowing raspberries with your mouth too, but right now is just comes out like a drooly “Booooo”.

You eat like a lumberjack now. I have yet to put a food in front of you that you haven’t thought was the greatest thing in the world. I can’t even begin to guess what your favorite is. I think you like peaches the best, but who doesn’t like peaches?

You almost crawl out of your bed in mom and dad’s room now too, so I think we are going to have to move you down to your crib at night. I have no doubt that you are more than ready, but I am not. I don’t know how I will be able to handle being that far away from you. You had your first sleepover at Nana’s last Sunday night and it was so hard for me to be without you. I kept waking up in the night to check on you, like I always do, and you weren’t there, which made me panic.

I love you more than Christmas and Twizzlers,

Mom