7 months is such an adorable age. She is mobile enough to get the toys she wants (most of the time), but not zooming around worrying me out of my mind. She sits up by herself. She giggles, blows raspberries, makes kissing noises and squeals. Her babbling is turning into audible words at a rapid pace. She says mum on purpose instead of randomly. She holds her arms out to be picked up and when she wants to come back to me when someone else is holding her. She gives wonderful snuggly cuddles and leans in for kisses.
|Yes she already has way too many toys.|
She has learnt how to put her feet in her mouth and is obsessed with holding them up in the air any chance she gets. She is fascinated by her hands and often sits and stares at her fingers moving about. She passes toys from one hand to the other all the time while playing. She can turn almost any activity into a game and in turn has an uncanny ability to make everyday tasks fun. She will start a game of peek-a-boo by herself if there is a wrap or blankie within arms reach. She blows raspberries when she feels she should be the center of attention. She laughs at completely inappropriate times, making lots of situations uncharacteristically funny. She is a very happy, bubbly baby.
|Love that smile!|
She makes me feel like the luckiest mum in the world. I so love being called mum. I love that she wants to be with me. I love that a mummy cuddle can fix anything. I love that I will always be her mum and she will always be my baby, no matter how old she gets.