Lucky Number 7!

Oh geez. My mom texted me yesterday morning wishing Naomi a "happy 7 months!" And I was confused for a second. Yes, my baby is seven months old. Seven. She is closer to a year old that she is that tiny sweet squishy little newborn I gave birth to. I simply can't believe it.

I did get some pictures at 6 months old, but never got around to posting them, so I'll include them here with the 7 month photos. Seven months... .sheesh.

six months

six months

definition of sisterly love

six months

seven months

another impossible time getting a sister picture

At seven months old Naomi is:

Crawling on all fours everywhere

Able to pick up finger foods and eat/chew on them

Loves to play with a silicon whisk

Wears 3-6 and 6-9 month clothes

Wears size 2 shoes

Is seriously happy with anyone who will hold her

Wakes up 2-3 times a night

Still doesn't have teeth

Loves her some sweet potato

Wears size medium cloth diapers

Wears size 3 disposable diapers for daycare

Is exclusively on breastmilk

Loves frozen teethers

Is starting to pull up on furniture

Thinks her sister hung the moon

Thinks her sister is the funniest person ever

Is ticklish under her arms

Loves to snuggle with mommy

Is starting to exercise her vocal cords, a lot

Is super happy when mom or dad wear her in her Beco carrier
Is 25.5 inches tall