month 7

:: Month seven has been delight.
:: He's still sitting like a champ. Clearly.
:: But no crawling yet.
:: He'd have to spend time on his tummy for crawling.

:: And that just doesn't ever go well.
:: Obviously.
:: Month seven did bring a tooth, though.
:: See it?

:: Standing is still a favorite way to be.
:: And that drool is ever present.
:: Honestly, I'm kind of over the drooling.
:: But I have no say in that.

:: We spent some time in Denver during month seven.
:: Asher met Moosey.
:: He thinks he should like the dog, but isn't sure if he actually does.

 :: He warmed up to my family right away.
:: And that was the best thing I could have asked for during that trip.

:: Asher reaches and lunges and grabs.
:: He's wiggly and squirmy and curious.
:: He takes such charge in interacting with his world, and I love it.
:: Most of the time.
:: Church squirming is not my favorite kind of wiggle.

:: I have a hard time getting candid pictures of this boy.
:: He sees the camera and flashes a smile.
:: What a little ham with the best little ham hocks.

:: Asher has mostly conquered the sippy cup.
:: Sometimes that super diluted apple juice just ends up all down his onesie.
:: But often it ends up in his tummy.

:: Strangers comment on his fuzzy hair almost everywhere we go.
:: I can't blame them.
:: It's fabulous.

:: Asher is way more aware of me and Josh as his parents.
:: He does the mommy dive more.
:: It warms my heart when he reaches for me.

:: There's something about month seven that has been so magical.
:: I marvel at this boy's person: his body, his mind, his spirit.
:: Sometimes I'm stopped still with the fact that Asher is my son and that I get to be his mother.