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Seven Months

Mia Bean,

You are seven months old today and I don't know where the time has gone. It seems as if we just brought you home yesterday, and it seems as if you have been here forever. You are just over 21 pounds, have two sharp little teeth, and hair that is the envy of every baby on the block. You have an astounding buddha belly and fat rolls on your legs that you could lose things in, but more and more now you look solid rather than chubby.

This month you have really begun to express your opinions. For example, it is your considered opinion that no object should ever be allowed to remain on top of any other object and you consider it your sacred duty to rectify this situation wherever it exists. Your father and I have spent hours stacking your toys so you can knock them over. You are also of the opinion that toys belong on the floor rather than in any sort of container and delight in upending your toy box and watching everything scatter. Your favorite toys are an old cordless phone, an old remote control, your saline nasal spray and your plastic comb. You love books, but more for chewing than for reading.

You are starting to get mobile. When you are sitting up you can turn around and can also scoot along the floor on your butt. On your tummy, you are starting to get your knees up under you and have just started creeping. Backwards. You are not rolling as much as you used to when you first learned how to do it, and your preferred means of locomotion is still to stick your chubby arms in the air and fuss until I pick you up and move you somewhere more interesting. You also love to jump. You have a jumperoo that you like, but only if your father or I are there jumping along with you. You would rather have me hold you so you can jump up and down on my legs. You even do it when you are sound alseep in my arms if your feet happen to land on something solid. You have been ready to go since you were a few weeks old, and the flesh is about to catch up with the spirit.

You talk all day now, a constant stream of babble and screeches and giggles. The other night while we were getting ready for bed you threw yourself at my lap and said Mama very clearly, but I am not kidding myself that it was anything other than coincidence. The next day, we sat on your floor and I said "say Mama" and you said "Dada."

Speaking of Dada, oh how you love your father. When he gets home every day you bust into a huge smile and I have to hold on tight to keep you from wiggling out of my arms in your rush to get to your daddy. Most days, he takes you and you spend some time playing his guitar. You grab the strings so tightly that you hurt your little fingers, but it never stops you for long. You also love to play the piano, so I think Daddy may finally have someone to share his love of music. He has already found you a quarter-size guitar and I'm sure you will be able to play before you can read.

We have been giving you solid food for a little over a month now. So far, you like avocado, and even that only occasionally. You will sometimes tolerate rice cereal, and you hate oatmeal, potatoes, banana, prunes and peaches. Sweet potatoes are evil. You like to play with your bottle and sippy cup, but when it comes to getting actual food into you it is all about Mama. I love breastfeeding you and am incredibly proud of how you thrived as an exclusively breast-fed baby, but I am also starting to look forward to the day when I can go somewhere for longer than an hour without worrying that you are going hungry.

We moved you into your crib this month with mixed success. One night you were in your crib until 5 AM, but most nights I bring you back to bed with me somewhere between 1 and 3, and some nights we give up and just take you straight to bed with us. Your early sleeping success seems like a dream and lately getting and keeping you in bed has been a real fight. I am sorry for the nights when it makes me cranky and I am sorry for the nights when I lose my patience and tell you to just go to sleep already. Dealing with a cranky mommy is the trade-off for never being left in your crib to cry. I will never sit and listen to you cry alone, not now and not ever.

Every day now is something new, some new feat of strength or something new you learn or some new aspect of your personality. You have started shaking and then banging everything you pick up to see what noise it makes (before craming it in your mouth, of course). Your father and I had a conversation last weekend about me going back to work. I had planned to be home with you for a year, so it's about time to start figuring out what I'm going to do. I know I might feel differently in a few months, but right now the very thought of handing you over to someone else makes me sick to my stomach. Caring for you is more important than any other job I could have, and even when I talk about nothing other than poop for a week straight it is more rewarding than any other job I could have.

When you were first born, there were times when I would look at you and just burst into tears. I couldn't help it. Now, there are times when I look at you and burst out laughing. You are a marvel and beautiful and precious and stunning and the absolute joy of my life. I love you, Mia Monkey, Amelia Bedelia, Beaniac, Mia Bean. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Love,
Mom

Comments (26)

Hi there! de-lurking after reading for about a month or so and your baby is very cute, and you and your hubby are very funny!! and a very precious letter..I too have a 7 1/2 month old,but mine is a cute boy. Valerie

Awwww...
So sweet.

I love your letters to Mia. I really hope you are archiving them so she can read them when she gets older.

Your love for her almost makes me want to have one...ALMOST.

Hey Beth,

I have eagerly waited for your monthly letters to Mia. No word of a lie, today while breastfeeding my little fellow I remembered it was the 22nd and that Mia would be seven months. Sure enough, when I checked, there was your letter. Of all the letters you have written so far to your baby, this one would match the closest to what I would write to my Dude. As you know, he is just under 7 months and although he doesn't have teeth nor hair, I could relate to the rest of your sentiments.

I go back to work in September which seems altogether too soon...

Regards,
Jacqueline

How is it possible that 7 months have gone by already? It was just yesterday that you and Chris announced the beautiful addition to the family. Wow. I'm floored (and a little scared about how quickly time is flying by).

Delurking to say your daughter is simply scrumptious. And, that our children (I have 7 month old boy/girl twins) are two days apart. Scary, no?

Anyway, she's delicious and I'm totally jealous that your kid can say Dada. Mine can say, "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEahhh" and that's about it.

Relurking...

This brought tears to my eyes. Absolutely beautiful letter, Beth.

Mia is such a lucky girl to have you for a mother. Really.

Happy 7 months to all of you!!!

Yay! Happy 7 months! Sophie is exactly 3 months behind Mia so it is fun to see where she'll be soon. Time does fly by fast. This was a beautiful letter. I have tears in my eyes. ;)

She will one day read this and know why she turned out so well. All the love her parents gave her! Beautiful!

She will one day read this and know why she turned out so well. All the love her parents gave her! Beautiful!

That is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO so sweet and gives me so much to look forward to ~ smile ~
:)

When Mia is 16 and mad at you for not letting her stay out past 10pm so she see Teenage Hottie McHotness at the ice disco -- or whatever it is that the kids are doing in 2022 -- you should give her this letter to make her cry. And also so she can see how much you love her. More than Teenage Hottie McHotness ever will.

Seriously, lovely letter.

Um.....so she CAN see THH.

What a beautiful letter. You echoed my sentiments about my own daughter, exactly. My daughter is 28 now... and let me tell you that time does FLY. I wrote a letter to her while pregnant and gave it to her when she turned 18. I'm sure Mia will cherish her letters.

Beautiful post. I already miss those baby days, as my youngest is now a full fledged toddler.

Gosh, seven months already? Where does the time go? Happy birthday Mia! Beautiful letter, Beth. I love reading 'em.

I think Mia's probably the only baby who will grow up to say, "My mom used to write these letters about me to The Internets which made a bunch of silly, sappy people cry."

Emily
Leader of the Silly/Sappy

Happy Seventh month to Miss Mia! She is beautiful.

I'm always at a loss for words after I read these letters. Just thought you should know. =)

Congratulations on seven months of joy.

Do you have to go back to work at a year? Believe it or not, there may come a day when you actually DO want to go back to work (I know it's very very hard to believe right now-- I didn't want to for a very very long time)-- can you wait til that happens?

OR try some flex time working from home? That seems to be more and more popular these days and more and more possible.

I know this is unoriginal but SHE IS SO CUTE! I want to take her home with me and cuddle her till the day I die.

One thing though, I've never had kids, so forgive my stupidity, but - talking, saying "Mama" and "dada" at seven months? Wow, that sounds soon. Is that soon? Or am I just another numbingly ignorant childless person??

Anyhow, ditto what someone else said: hope you are keeping those letters for her.

:-)

Wonderful. I wish all babies could be loved like that.

Happy Seven Months to the oh-so-lovely Mia! I love these letters and yes, one day she'll treasure them deeply.

This is a beautiful letter. You are so punctual with yours. It reminds me that I need to keep up with Ava's. I know how you feel about work. I hate leaving my Bunny with someone else. It was a lot worse before though. Now my brother watches her so it is much more bearable. My solution is that we are going to have another one next year (hopefully) and I will then stay home with both. Also, I'm a teacher so I have summers off, which helps. Anyway, I wanted to tell you about a book I found. We both have the same idea regarding not hearing our bundles cry...I will NOT ferberize Ava, but the "No Cry Sleep Method" doesn't really work, the book "Good Night, Sleep Tight" by Kim West is a good in-between. You do a sleep shuffle as she calls it that allows you to console your baby so she is never just left alone in a room to cry, but she is still getting used to her bed and sleeping all night. You are always allowed to go to her when she needs you. She just teaches you how to do it so the baby doesn't rely only on you to get back to sleep. We are on night 4 tonight with Ava. The first night she went into her bed instead of ours and woke up about a dozen times. The second night she woke up about 5 times. Last night she woke up once. And she has never ever had to cry it out. In fact, she has never even cried. And she co-slept since she was born and hates it if I even leave the room during the day. Now she is napping her crib too. The book works for us...so I thought of you too. She has a website too, www.sleeplady.com. Ok, sorry this was so long!!!

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