Happy 7 months, sweet bear.
You spend your days laughing and wiggling around the floor, trying to eat your big sister's toes as she reads you books.
This world is a little less sullen now that you are here with us. Smiling, squishy, babbling at me from across the room, don't take yourself too seriously, mom.
Our nights are getting better, although I still see you every morning at 1am. I come in and there you are bunny-eyed awake and laughing when you see me.
You are sunshine and lemonade and raspberry tarts. You are cheesy christmas jingles and big red balloons. You are everything happy and good.
You are 7 months today, and we feast on mashed potatoes in celebration.
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