Letter to Brenden Month 7

Sleeping Comfortably
Originally uploaded by Sandra Maynard.

Well, Brenden. Last month I blathered on about my own childhood. I don't much feel like dragging up the past at the moment.

This last month saw you put on a pound (you now weigh 21 pounds). You still don't crawl, but it's just a matter of time before you do.

Your newest trick is discrimination. If you are playing with something, like a tube of cortizone creme, you whine if I take it away from you and reject whatever I give you as a replacement, like a toy.

You are eating finger foods, sort of. You will laboriously pick a baby snack off your tray, gum it, and chew whatever comes off. Some of it ends in your stomach, most of it ends up on your face, hands, clothes and carpet. Still, you are starting to feed yourself. Those tacos are just around the corner, honey!

We can get you to sit up, but most of the time you just let yourself fall over and you roll wherever you want to go.

And you are talking up a storm! You rarely wake me up by crying anymore. Most of the time you are just laughing maniacally to yourself in your crib.

Oops! You are wakening from your nap. We need to get ready to go visit daddy at the drop zone. We love you, honey!