I'm a little late with your 7 month letter. It's been a very busy month and the weekend you turned 7 months old was the same weekend your Grandfather whom you call Halahboji and Becky arrived for your baptism. Very busy weekend indeed. You were surrounded by all of your French family and friends. Your uncle Benjamin was appointed your godfather and your Emo Elizabeth your godmother. It was a very lovely mass and you impressed everyone with your happy demeanor and you did not cry when the priest poured holy water on your forehead. Instead, you gave him a huge smile and lit up the entire hall. I could feel the happiness and love radiating from the spot we stood, you, your father and me. I knew right at that moment your halamoni in heaven was smiling down at you sending you her blessings of joy and love.
Aside from the baptism this has been a very big month for you developmentally. You've started moving. All by yourself. All that time we spend on your tummy has paid off because I can officially say that you can crawl. It started out as a pose. You would pull yourself up on all fours and sort of rock back and forth. Not sure how to get to where you wanted to go. A few days later it turned into a scoot. You looked like a little frog jumping across the floor. And then a few days later you figured out if you shifted your knees one by one you'd actually advance and get to where you wanted to go. This usually is either under your bed or towards the power cords to the halogen lamp in your room. We have to get that taken care of. I can't turn my back on your anymore and expect that you will be in the same spot when I turn around again.
You've also been very talkative this month. Your father and I don't quite understand what you are saying yet. You babbled "Goy, goy, goy, goy" a lot. Still trying to figure that out out. You definitely say "ma ma ma" and "da da da" and you still say "Okay". It surprises everyone who hears you say it. Most time you repeat it after I say it. And I've learned that I say it a lot.
You have been here 7 months now and I haven't see the time pass. I remember when I was 7 months pregnant with you that was when we found out that you were going to be a big baby. Your father and I were looking at your big melon on the sonogram monitor when the doctor predicted that you'd be over 4 kilos when you were born. Today you weigh easily 9 kilos, my boy. I've stopped keeping track. For my back's sake, I'd rather not know how heavy you are. I just try to keep up with you.
I am very proud to be your mother, Max. You have a wonderful disposition. You smile all the time. Even when you are sick or in pain. I have to believe that I am doing something right because you are so happy all the time. But I want to tell you that you have taught your mother so much about life and love. I never knew love like this existed and I am finally learning to be more patient. You have your moments when you are difficult but you know what? I can't remember those moments because all the happiness you bring to my life out shines every single one of those difficult times. Who would have thought that a being so small would be teaching an adult of 30 years lessons in life? And to think that this relationship we have has just begun! Oh, the emotion is overwhelming to imagine what will come next.
Love to my bébésaure,
Mamasaure (and Papasaure)