You are 7 months, 1 week and 5 days. You stood up today, right there in the cart at Walmart. Your mama’s heart skipped a beat in amazement and fear and wonder and pride. You learn and grow every day and I can’t quite believe that your dad and I get to bear witness to this little life of yours.
You are a whirling dervish. You are brave and adventurous and can flip over during a diaper change faster than anything, and it still catches me by surprise, how quick you are, Mr. Eggs. Even Dr. Davey commented how quick your defenses are. You sure don’t like people messing with your face, but you’ll turn circles in someone’s arms, alternating between twirling and snuggling. You roll and scoot and crawl and squirm and twist and get where you want to go so very fast. Faster than a chariot, our Elijah Graham.
You are an eating machine. You’ve always been a fast and efficient nurser, done and on to the next thing in 10 minutes or less. You’d snack all day, just like your mama. And whoever said “Food before one is just for fun” has never met our Elijah Graham and his big kid food. Your body gets all tense and your little legs go a kickin’ and you open your mouth like a little bird. Your Helper Hands are a little less participatory lately, thankfully, so your turkey and peas don’t get all over your stomach and hair every time anymore. But boy, you can eat, nugget. If I had to say what was your favorite food right now, it would be all of them. They’re all your favorites.
You are Curious George. You’re such a little feeler. You love texture and exploring fabric and faces and paper and upholstery and furniture and hair – others or your own – and even the little Kenmore label on our dishwasher. You want to inspect and feel everything, like Helen Keller meets Inspector Gadget meets Eggs Wastell. I love watching you discover and learn the world around you.
You are a snuggly bear. When you’re not moving, you want to be held, and you’re quick to rest your face on mine or nuzzle your head under your daddy’s arm. You’re learning about gentle hands and how to share and be a friend. Nighttime sleeping is still a challenge but you fall asleep in my arms and my heart melts a little.
You are my son, and I love you. And you still make the best faces in the west.