Dear Grayson,
Grayson Patrick you are 7 months old! I’m pretty sure 6 months came and went with the blink of an eye. You continue to rule and we thank our lucky stars for you every single day. You are growing perfectly and now round out at 17lbs, 8oz (35th %). You are 27 inches tall and in the 50th percentile for height. You currently wear clothing that is sized 6 mos, 6-12, 6-9, and 9. You wear diapers that are size 3. You seem noticeably bigger to me and are much heavier to lug around (not that that stops me--- you love to be held). You continue to drink only breast milk and now eat various baby purees, yogurt, puffs, and you’ve gnawed on your first pizza crust and a piece of French bread. You have two meals a day—breakfast at Daycare (oatmeal/fruit or yogurt) and dinner at home (veggies). You love all food and haven’t had any issue with anything that we’ve tried. You may or may not have tried Ritas Italian Ice and vanilla soft serve {you preferred Ritas—strawberry lemonade to be exact}.
You’ve made some huge developmental leaps this last month. You currently get on your hands and knees and push yourself forwards. Prior to June 10, 2012 you were scooting and spinning around like an old pro. Exactly on the 7 month mark, you mastered the army crawl and get around very, very quicky. We can lay you on the bed and you’re attacking our phone on the other side of the bed within seconds. You are so obviously a male. You love nothing more than the remote and an iPhone. You have mastered the pincher grasp and not only pick up the puffs on your highchair tray, but you also bring them to your mouth with ease. You can grasp anything and everything, including a daily attempt at my iced coffee straw. You sit up much easier now and are starting to pull up on us.
You are so fun to play with and you really, really respond to us now. You have started to become really ticklish and you laugh whenever we tickle your (very) meaty thighs. You love playing peek-a-boo and get a huge kick out of it every single time. Your laugh is so adorable and contagious. You smile so big and are the happiest baby around. Of course you have your moments and have learned to whine a lot more than you used to, but when you smile (and you do it a lot) it’s contagious.
You love playing now and you are obsessed with jumping around in your jumparoo and could spend hours in there at a time (and reportedly do at daycare). You also love your stacking cups, Sophie the giraffe, and taking walks in the stroller.
I have an awful singing voice, but my singing always calms you down right away. At night, you prefer twinkle, twinkle. You also love when we sing the Grayson, Grayson, Grayson song (sung to the tune of “wiggle, wiggle, wiggle- LMFAO Sexy and I know it.” <-- I know, appropriate for a baby, right? You crack up every time and smile so big. You are also partial to Pop Goes the Weasel and love constant entertainment from Mom and Dad. You still aren’t particularly vocal, but you shriek and squeal with delight pretty regularly. This month you took your first dip in the pool and although you were unsure at first, you like it now. You love being outside and you’re a total people watcher. You also met your great grandmother, Veronica for the first time.
Grayson Patrick, I love you so much. There is nothing in this world that compares to the happiness that you bring me. I feel so lucky to have a son. Nothing compares to the bond that I share with you, and I hope that it ALWAYS stays that way. Nothing compares to having you for a son. You rule! You make me smile! You make my whole world!
I love you tons and tons, Mommy