My little potato is coming along famously. He cannot stop looking around; nursing is a series of fits and starts as he has a little swig then is compelled to stop and admire the (fill in the blank - mobile, wall, cat, sister, etc.) His world is revolving around me at this point, and Homestead Mama and I are working hard to get him happier at being with her. Pequita wasn't ever quite this bad at 7 months, having been in daycare for three months already.
His mobility is at an in-between place, and he's not quite satisfied to simply sit up on his own but shows little inclination to crawl or stand up; this can't be entirely his fault, as he is always in fleece and that acts like Velcro on the carpets. He flops over now onto his belly with a adept kick of the leg to reach for toys, and is pretty happy to remain on his belly doing press ups for a long time. He is definitely no longer reliable to leave on furniture unattended. He loves being thrown in the air, and chortles when held above our heads. He is completely in love with the remote control and the telephone, watching the lit buttons is apparently an unbeatable experience. He has some object permanence as well as definite ideas about what he wants. If someone, say (hypothetically) his sister were to snatch a toy from his grasp a loud screeching wail will be offered up by Monito. This is helping Pequita learn to share with him, and she is starting to approach him with a toy to trade for the one she is about to swipe from him. He isn't that easy to fool.
He is chatty and loves to giggle. He can pull a blanket over his head and then off again, and peekaboo is a favorite.
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Sounds like so much fun! It's hard to get used to them being mobile but it's a blast! But of course, you already knew that.
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