Friday night, October 18, we went out to a friend's farm and built a fire. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. We ate chili and humus and pumpkin biscuits. We gathered with old friends and new friends. We talked and laughed. We wandered through rows of vegetables. We held babies and watched children. We marveled at the size of the moon.
Someone asked me how old you were.
"She'll be 7 months in just a few days."
Whoops. We were unknowingly celebrating your 7 months with us.
Oh sweet girl!
This month has been a month of transitions for you. That shift that moves you toward baby-child. You are more and more stable. You like to go from a sitting position to your belly, but one leg usually gets stuck folded under you and then you get frustrated.
You have developed a good ol' fashioned, ticked-off scream. It is impressive to say the least. Certainly catching your sister off guard when your personal space has been invaded one too many times.
You started eating real foods. So far on the list: banana, apple, sweet potato and pumpkin. You have such an eagerness for food. You prefer when we just give you a chunk of something you can hold and eat yourself, but when you see us with a spoon you open your mouth and stick out your tongue like a little bird.
You've yet to get any teeth, you still smile with your whole face, and your laughter could bring about world peace.
Lulah, every day is a celebration that I have you.
7 months baby girl.