L’s milestones come in the most fascinating way. There is no gradual progress, no attempts and failures, just a sudden accomplishment. One day he’s sitting, the next day he’s suddenly standing up and walking down the length of the couch, holding onto the cushions.

His latest discovery is that he can eat those super-dissolving baby Cheerios by himself, off the tray of his high chair. A lot more made it to his mouth than made it to the floor, which in my book is great success.

He cut his first two teeth last week. He was quite ornery about a month ago while they were coming in, and had the accompanying diarrhea and slight fever that the doctors won’t admit accompanies teething. We tried a few different remedies to ease the pain a bit, Orajel seemed to work the best, if only temporarily. He settled down over the last few weeks, and at one point when E felt his gums, two bottom teeth had poked through.

A few weeks ago he started doing the thing where he slaps his hands up and down (mainly on the high chair when he wants food). His developing personality is fun to watch, he’s extremely vocal and chirps and squeals while he’s hauling ass around the room (undoubtedly over to something he shouldn’t be touching).

Though he only just turned seven months, it feels like he’s been in our lives for a lifetime. I couldn’t picture him not being around.