seven months

The boy turned seven months old on Saturday and guess what? His mom was too busy watching the Pittsburgh Penguins WIN the Stanley Cup to be bothered with putting together his seven month post. His dad is calling him the Pittsburgh Good Luck Charm. He was born and his teams win. He's seen two championships already in his short little life here on earth, first the Steelers winning the Superbowl and then the Penguins winning the Cup. It's a good thing I married someone with a connection to teams that know how to win because Cameron could be seventy years old before the Vikings or the Wild ever win anything.

I was also busy nursing my sore muscles from painting and hauling and organizing because for some reason his parents decided that now would be a good time to think that tackling something as stressful and difficult as a move would be a good idea. Then he flipped out and spent all weekend moaning and crying and not sleeping and we came to our senses and realized that it probably is a terrible idea. Cam was getting better at sleeping for a week or two, waking up once to chug a bottle at record speed and then going directly back to sleep. I was so happy and then we threw his routine over the weekend and now he's back to flipping the frick out all fricking night long. SHOOT ME. Cameron seriously, are you trying to kill me?

Feeding him is a exercise in patience as he spends pretty much the entire time taking one sip from the bottle and then sitting up to make sure he isn't missing anything that Renee is doing. The constant sitting up and laying back down causes his belly to get upset and then he gets mad at me like I was asking him to be a pain in the ass and refuse to sit still and eat. One bottle out of ten though, he snuggles in and puts his hands over his eyes and eats contently, peeking out at me occasionally like I am the greatest thing to ever happen to him. And during that one bottle of ten I can't imagine ever loving him more. He's still getting pumped breast milk, sometimes with a few ounces of formula mixed in but his belly issues don't seem to be getting any better so I haven't weaned him completely. I expect to be extracting milk for him when he's seven because he just can't seem to eat anything else. Fun times.

Cameron has the greatest laugh on planet earth, when I think of him as a baby I will remember two things: His absolutely infectious laugh and the sheer number of sleepless nights that he put me through. It doesn't matter how crabby we both are, all I have to do his tickle his little belly or kiss his neck and he laughs from the bottom of his soul. Seeing him laugh makes me laugh and we always feel better after that.

His sister is the single greatest thing to ever happen to him and I am constantly leveraging his obsession with her to my advantage. When he's crabby I just ask Renee to come over and give her brother a kiss and I'll be damned if he doesn't laugh right in the middle of moaning and crying. Every. Single. Time. He can have tears streaming down his face and laugh at the same time all because of her.

He desperately wants to move and is not content really anywhere except in his stroller or his car seat. When I hold him, he dives for the floor so I put him on the floor and then he gets pissed off because he's on the floor. Son, please, please, PLEASE figure out how to crawl so I don't have to listen to the frustrated whining for another day. Wait a second, did I just say that? I'm not sure if I should be wishing for that, probably not. :) He scoots around the floor already, from one end of the living room to the other, tormenting his sister by taking her toys. This look pretty much sums up this month for him. He's getting dangerously close, though.



He's obsessed with straps, especially the straps on his car seat and his stroller. He frantically starts looking for his strap the second I put him in his car seat and I often think that strangers probably find it weird that I'm saying things like "Hang on buddy, I'm going to get your strap in just a second." He'll sit and look at those straps for hours on end, putting them in his mouth and taking them out and manipulating them. Fascinating stuff.

He got his first tooth this month and fussed a bit for a couple of days about it and then went back to normal. I love (and hate) how it changed his smile.

He can sit up for the most part and holds himself up there for five or ten minutes before he decides that he's had enough being stationary and rolls to the ground. Then he goes back to being pissed off that he can't crawl.

He takes about 5-6 bites of solid foods before he starts flipping out, demanding to be removed from the confines of his high chair. He gags and pukes if I give him anything with the slightest texture. The only exception to this rule is if I give him one of those little biter biscuits. Those puppies can buy me 15 minutes to eat my dinner every single time. I don't even care about the mess. He apparently likes carbs as opposed to fruits and vegetables and given his history with eating in general, I'm not all that surprised.

He's a good boy and growing so fast that there are many days that I look at him and can't believe how fast the time has gone. I can't believe that seven months ago he came out of my body weighing less than eight pounds and now he's my little Chunky Monkey that weighs almost twenty. I need to get a picture of his belly, the rolls are downright edible and I am physically incapable of not smiling when I change his clothes. He's a mommy's boy, my big boy, the keeper of my heart and I can't imagine another day without him in it.

Sorry these pictures sort of suck, we've been so busy with the thinking of moving and the hockey and the not sleeping that I didn't have many to choose from and then I edited the ones I had and hated how they turned out and then I decided I was too lazy to redo them. Next month I'll be better :(

Comments

[Melissa]

Wow, what a little ham. He's so darn cute. Can't wait to finally meet him in less than two weeks! Great post Gina! See you soon!

[Steph]

What a cutie!!

[jenny]

he is such a cute little chunky monkey! and the pictures do not suck - i like 'em! he has the biggest smile. :)