Seven Months

Treyson John.

I know every mom thinks her baby is the best. as they should. But truly, I am amazed by the individuality of your little spirit. Your dad and I look at you often and wonder how we were so blessed by such a happy, joyful, delightful spirit in our home. Heavenly Father is way too good to us.

The other day, mom and dad got in an argument. I raised her voice and yelled some not nice things. You began to cry. I began to cry, realizing even though you did not understand the words, you sensed the contention. You are that pure. You are way too good for her.

I am stopped everywhere I go by strangers telling me how good looking you are. how you are the most cheerful baby they have ever seen. how blue your eyes are. etc etc. i know everyone loves babies, but I know they sense what we sense - you are special.

You are so observant. So wise. I didnt expect that and it surprises us daily. Today, during church you learned your toys are all in mom's diaper bag. You now go diving into it every chance you get! You are nursing again (hallelujah) while still eating solids like a champ. Except for green beans. You hate them. You will forever be tall and thin. You are the most restless sleeper in the world. Tossing and turning. You love to eat faces, and grab/rub our faces. You turn almost purple when you poop and mom worries you have forgotten to breathe. You love watching children play, cars zoom by and dogs. You won't nurse when dad is in the room. You strain your neck to find him. Whack the mole is your favorite game. You already have four teeth. You still, rarely cry. You refuse to crawl and prefer to roll everywhere. You sound like a raptor at times.

Having children is a funny process. There are times I still can't believe you are MINE. I don't think I'll ever get used to being called a "mom". I still feel so unexperienced. unworthy. and 17.

I do know this. It is right. It is true. It is the way things are "supposed" to be.

You are perfect.