seven months today

Hi friends!

Today I turned seven months old.

Can you believe that???


Yeah, me neither.

So what’s going on with me these days? Well, every day I’m getting more and more personality. Mom and Dad just LOVE hanging out with me.

I can’t really blame them.

I mean, I like hanging out with me too.

I currently weigh 17 lbs, 6 oz. Mom says she has no idea how I keep gaining so much weight. I barely eat 20 ounces a day, and I usually have one to three gushers in a 24 hour period. Mom and Dad know it’s God watching over me. That’s the only explanation.

Oh, you know what? God did a miracle right in front of our eyes last week. Mom noticed blood and drainage that had soaked through my bandages on the middle of one of my feet. She knew that probably meant I had a big blister there so was not looking forward to dressing change. But a couple of hours later, at dressing change, she unwrapped me and noticed that ALL three layers of my bandages were bloody. But then, when she finally got me completely unwrapped, there was nothing there. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Perfect Skin. Now explain THAT one.

I have some new favorites this month. My new favorite song is a song Mom grew up singing at Bible Camp. It’s called, “Said I Wasn’t Gonna Tell Nobody,” and it’s a really catchy tune about not keeping what the Lord has done for you to yourself. It keeps me happy when nothing else will during dressing change, and sometimes it will help me eat. I still really like “Only a Boy Named David” too.

Mom does this new thing that I think is hilarious. When she’s mixing my medicine and rice cereal into my bottles, she takes them in her hands, shakes them (and her bootie!), and sings, “Shake-a, Shake-a, Shake-a” to a little tune. It will make me smile EVERY. TIME. Even when I’m fussy or tired - I just think it’s the funniest thing.

And Dad always does a boxing announcement for me when he holds me after bath. You can’t really blame him. After all, I look like this.

He says something like this, “And now, in this corner, weighing in at 17 pounds, 6 ounces, from Winston-Salem, NC, the undisputed, undefeated, unchallenged, super-duper flyweight champion of the world, Jonah THE EBJEEBIES Williams.”

He He He. Dad’s silly.

I’m still intrigued with hands – mine or anybody else’s for that matter. I’m reaching out and holding on to bigger things for longer amounts of time now. I love holding tags, ribbons, or my stuffed animals’ tails. Just in the last couple days, I’ve discovered my own hair, started scratching at my cheek, playing with my ear, and doing a waving motion. Mom says I don’t know what a wave is, but I’ve definitely figured out that my fingers wiggle.

I still haven’t rolled over yet, but I’m getting so close. I can go from one side completely over to the other, but nothing beyond that. I tolerate tummy time a little better now, but I’m still not a fan. Mom tries to work with me daily on my tummy time, sitting up, and rolling over. I’m getting stronger and getting closer to being able to support myself sitting. Sometimes I’ll balance with my hands down, but not often. I’m really hesitant to put weight on my hands. Mommy’s also trying to get me to put weight on my legs. She tries to carefully hold onto me by my torso while I practice crumpling to the ground skillfully putting weight on my legs. I’m not so great at it, but we’ve really only started practicing that this very week. My feet do touch the floor now when I’m in my exersaucer, so Mom hopes that will get me more used to it.

Things are definitely still rough on the eating solids front. What do I mean by that?

I mean that I DON’T

LIKE

THEM!

Got it, Mom? Sheesh. How many times do I have to tell you?

But even with my feeding inconsistencies and severe acid reflux issues, I’m becoming a super-content baby.

I am just as happy as can be. I seem to only fuss these days if I’m hungry, tired, have a dirty diaper, or I’m in pain. Other than that, I’m a happy boy… especially if we can get out and about. I love that I’ve switched to my big boy stroller now and can see what’s going on in the world around me. I’ll stroll around Target or the mall ‘til the cows come home if it means I can people watch.

And Mom says she is IN LOVE with my laugh.

It’s not a typical baby laugh, and Mom likes it that way. She says it’s fitting that I would be atypical. I don’t know what that means, but I seem to make her smile a lot, so I’ll take it as a compliment. (Mom also asks that I let you know that her hair was wet in this picture because she had just gotten out of the shower. It's NOT Aquaphor grease.)

My laugh is more of a huge smile followed by a high-pitch squeal. See?

I had a special visitor for my seven month birthday. My Aunt Kim came all the way from New York on a big airplane to see me. She loves me so much, and I can tell she’s a mommy too, because she knows all the best songs and just the right way to read stories. I loved having her here.

But as much as my Aunt Kim loves me, NOBODY can love me as much as these guys do.

Well, Mom says that’s not exactly true. She says there is One who loves me more than anybody here on earth ever could. She says that God loves me more than the birds in the air, more than the flowers in the field, more than ANYTHING. I can’t imagine anyone loving me more than Mom and Dad do, but Mom says it’s true. She says that He’s the reason I live and breathe. He’s the reason I’m growing, infection free, improving every day. I know I can’t really get it right now, but Mom and Dad are trying their hardest to show me that kind of love. All I can say is that God must love me a whole bunch if He loves me more than they do. Because they love me A TON!