Actually 7.5 months. I'm slacking. First I nearly forgot, then both the boys and I were sick with rsv (not something I'd wish on anyone. ugh.). This afternoon he wasn't in the best mood due to tooth #2 trying to make it's way out, but I figured I'd better get some seven month shots before it's too late. Quick and imperfect, but this is him as he is right now. Next month he will have changed so much once again. The first year with babies is such a whirlwind. Trust, me, there were angry crying frames in between these. I think he was ticked that he wasn't able to bite the rattle harder or something. Still, he really is the happiest baby I've ever met, and never fails to give me a smile, even in the midst of tears.
I'm a lucky mama.