Seven Months

Norah turned seven months old a couple of days ago. As is our custom, we took some birthday photographs...

Reading what it's all about:


Waving to people back home:


Annnnd losing it entirely:


It was a solid day overall, I'd say.

If you can't tell from the pictures, she's looking more and more grown up every day. She sits up on her own, can turn around while sitting without falling over very often, picks things up, intentionally reaches for and rolls to get to things she wants, babbles to herself, mimics sounds we make, and laughs a lot. Still no teeth, but she's eating all sort of soft foods and baby cereals. I processed some green beans the other day and she's been eating one or two bean cubes with some apple sauce for her nightly meals lately. We're trying to get her to drink water out of a sip cup instead of a bottle, but she's yet to take too heartily to either the cup or the water without any formula. All in due time, I suppose.

More pictures from the past week:







That's it for now. You're welcome America.

Stay Gold,

MMK