Hello my dear friends,
I wanted to inform you all that as of May 21, 2011 I am officially 7 months old. Why does that date sound so familiar, you ask? Because it was "Dooms Day" and man am I glad that guy was wrong. I love being 7 months old! It's the best thing since I turned 6 months.
I am so glad because I am not sick yet...that was awful! I got sick twice in a row. I had a cough, a virus, and an ear infection. I couldn't go to Bible Class and I love Bible Class. Thankfully I got on some good medicine so I got better and could play with my cousin.
I am doing all kinds of fun things...
I say Da Da (and Ma Ma, but only when I am really mad). I say it all the time when he's home. It's probably because he takes my bottle until I say it. He's not above bribery.
I roll all over the floor. I still don't understand why my parents are so insistent on me crawling. I roll and inch-worm on my back and do just fine. My parents bought me a kennel. I'll be honest, I am not a fan. I used to could scoot all over the living room, but now I am confined.
I am just getting back to all of those good foods. My medicine made me not very hungry.
I am growing growing growing! I had those stinking shots, but the nurse told me I measure just over 2 feet tall and weigh 14.3 lbs. My Mommy always talks about my chubby knees. She's so embarrassing.
I sit up really well. I can't get there on my own yet, but I can stay up right for awhile.
Until next time...