My little Evan, your two lines on a stick took me by surprise, to put it mildly. I cried in the doctor’s office when, at 16 weeks, there was no doubt that you were all boy. I spent every moment of my pregnancy terrified that we were having a third child so quickly.
And then you arrived. Painlessly and easily, and that was that. You won me over in an instant. Since this blog is serving as your baby book, here are a few tidbits I want to remember about you at seven months old:
Your favorite food, oddly, is salmon. You are sitting up and thisclose to crawling. You are clapping your hands and your giggle is just the sweetest sound in the world. You put everything in your mouth and drool constantly. When you are sleepy, you grab on to my face with a fierce intensity that is sweet, irritating and painful all at once. I finally moved you to your crib this week and despite knowing it’s the right thing to do, I miss having you next to me. You are more attached to me at this age than either your brother or sister were, and although it’s annoying at times, I can’t help but love it.
I know how fleeting this time is. You are in such a hurry to keep up with Lily and Ben, and soon you’ll be joining in their games and mischief. And that will be fun too. But I love this time now, when your needs are so simple and easily met. And I’ll never be able to say I didn’t enjoy every moment.