I sat down to write Ivy's six month post and realized this is her seven month post. My tiny baby girl turned seven months old yesterday!
And she still thinks her feet are totally it.
I was going to brag just a little tiny bit about how at night, Ivy is the sleepin'-est baby who ever slept. How she goes down without a hitch at 7:00 every evening, wakes up once to chow down at 3:00 AM, and then sleeps another four hours. But then
Ah, Baby Sleep, you crazy beast.
Ivy is days away from crawling. Rob is sure she'll have it mastered by next Friday. She can get up on her hands and knees no problem. All fours, nothin' to it. Then she takes a crawling "step" and collapses face first into the rug. It's exhausting to watch her, but also kind of inspiring. She never once falls down and goes, "Well, screw that. So not worth it."
Ivy is surprisingly mobile for a non-crawling baby. As in, we should have baby-proofed weeks ago. And she's very pleased with herself for being able to do this.
Getting Ivy dressed is a nightmare now that she's determined to learn to crawl. She can flip over in the blink of an eye, and she's strong, so flipping her back over (when she doesn't want to be moved) is no easy task. I've given up on the idea of a quick diaper change for now. When I put her on the changing table, I know we'll be there for at least 15 minutes.
Happy Seven Months, Chickadee. I love you like crazy.