I lied. I should probably just rename this "Hunter in Progress".
I give you, the monster, age 7 months
Breaking News: We have teeth. Thank God that thing finally poked through because it was killing me watching you scream at the drop of a hat.
You spent your first American Easter in a miserable mood. You were super cranky (I think because said tooth was about to poke through) and every single picture taken that day, you look like you want to kick a puppy.
You cheered up in time for Ukrainian Easter the following week and had a blast with your cousins Wyatt and Wesley.
You've realized that banging two toys together makes noise, and that is hilarious to you.
Your favorite toy continues to be your tool set. Not only can you chew on the tools, but the tool box makes for a very fashionable hat.
One thing is for sure, you have become quite the chatterbug! You are always babbling and blowing raspberries. Right now your most often "words" are dar dar dar and bah bah bah.
As far as developmental milestones, you are sitting up like a champ. Tummy time is more like "roll over and give mom a 'nice try' look". I can't keep you on your belly for more then forty-five seconds.
Since you are sitting up, we flipped you around in the tub and now you LOVE bath time. Even after you are washed, you sit in the water splashing and playing with your tub toys.
I love this age. You are already becoming such a fun little boy, and I love watching you discover the world around you. Seriously dude, you are the coolest little guy I've ever met.
Always & Forever,