A Day Late, but Not a Dollar Short

Yesterday, Isaac turned seven months old! WOW! I cannot believe that seven months ago I gracefully birthed him into this world (I can use the word "gracefully" because only one of my readers was actually in the delivery room and he isn't going to admit otherwise). Everyday Isaac is starting to look more and more like a little boy rather than a baby. Just this week he hit a huge milestone and is now sitting unsupported. Despite his tortocollis and lower muscle tone, he has not missed one major developmental milestone. Of couse, the poor boy is tortured everyday by his mother stretching and pulling him to help those muscles. Isaac also talks all the time. He can say "Hi" in response to you saying "Hi" to him. This isn't 100% of the time and I don't think he gets the concept of what he is doing, but it does cause me to cheer loudly as if he had just recited the preamble to the constitution from memory. He is also a big babbler, going from loud "dadadabababab" to whispering "dadadbababa." Quite amusing. He is still a toothless wonder and gnaws on everything, especially the TV remote and the telephone. Isaac also has a very definite idea of what he wants. It is very interesting to watch him sort through a pile of toys in front of him, throwing the undesirables over his shoulder, until he finds exactly the toy he was searching for. For the first time, we actually ventured out onto the park playground rather than sitting and passively watching the "big kids." Isaac enjoyed the swings, but particularly loved all the frantic children running around. He also really noticed his future BFF Morgan for the first time, wanting to reach out and touch her. Being the mature 13 months that she is, Morgan didn't want to have much to do with Isaac other than offer him his bottle repeatedly. However, the two did share a mutual crying session due to a long lunch and delayed nap. Such tears caused Alison and me to remember the days when we slept in until noon, then drug ourselves down to The Bean for the standard Saturday hamburger, not having to worry about dropped sippy cups and wayward glances from other customers as our children become a bit talkative.

Hard to believe that seven months have already gone by. Once you become pregnant or have your first child, people automatically feel the need to tell you how fast kids grow-up. Honestly it becomes redundant and tiring and particularly annoying when such stranger is attempting to touch your child (SIDENOTE: Don't touch other people's small children unless you know them, especially in cold and flu season. Also, don't think I won't hesitate to put out an Amber Alert if you even look at my child suspiciously). Sadly though, it is true. Isaac is growing so quickly. I might as well start initialing his socks for when he has to wash them the famous Abliene Wash and Tan while in college.

Happy Seven Months, Baby Isaac Michael!

(as your mother, I reserve the right to call you that until you are 40)