7 Months

Dearest Arlo,
Today you are 7 months.
And while our garden may be withered, you are quietly...unassumingly blooming. A chubby flower with beautiful rosy cheeks budding right before our very eyes.
You have genuine preferences :: choosing to chew on the stick made for honey jars...but not the stick made especially for teething babies.
You have heartfelt desires :: lamb with sweet potatoes...avacado...and your very favourite, the magnificent mango.
You have specific rules :: 1. sweet and savoury foods must be served together. 2. it's okay to say 'boo' and pretend to scare you but it mustn't be said too loud or with too much gusto. 3. same goes with tickling. 4. there shall be no snow blowers started up anywhere near your presence...5. time spent in the Exersaucer must be for emergency purposes only and even then it must be kept to a bare minimum. 6. the same cannot be said for the jolly jumper....and lastly, 7. Hugh must share his machine toys with you because you've decided you like machinery too...especially the wheels....and Hugh must also try not to wake you up when you are sleeping.{Okay, maybe #7 is our rule...but it's a good one!}
You have blossomed :: into a real live person...and how very proud we are of you!! Happy 7 Months Arlo!
xo