Friday, September 14, 2007

7 months

Dear Brooke,

You are seven months old. As I type this letter to you, I'm listening to you "cry it out" in your crib. It breaks my heart to hear you do this. You've only been asleep for 2 hours, and now you've been crying for over an hour. When I go in periodically to comfort you and give you the paci, you just scream even louder. I don't get it. Sometimes you sleep wonderfully, sometimes you don't. I haven't figured out the patterns. Trust me, once I figure out what I need to do to make you sleep, I'll do it. But for now, you need to learn how to sleep. I'm sorry this is hard for you, baby. It's hard for me too.




On a positive note, you're a beautiful, happy little girl who is full of life and love. You have a sweet gummy smile that lights up the room. Actually, that smile isn't so gummy anymore. You cut your first two teeth...at the same time!

People watching is a past time of yours and I can always make you happy by taking you out to see new faces. Your favorite faces are still mine, Maddie's and your dad's. You are especially excited to see your dad when he comes home from work. Yesterday, you just cuddled on his chest and stared at him quietly.




You love to hear your dad play music and like to dance to whatever it is he is playing. I'm not sure this counts as "dancing," but you are moving to the beat and loving every second of it:





This second video is also very funny because you're dancing so hard, you fall over. This is what I imagine you'll be like in college. Not because I was anything like that...no, no no!

We had a bit of a scare with your little heart last month. Your doctor found an innocent hear murmur, and asked us to see a pediatric cardiologist. We saw the specialist who confirmed the murmur, but said it was something you'd grow out of and needed no further attention. Whew. Don't scare me like that ever again, or you'll be grounded.


You are really, really trying to get around. You can scoot on your bottom and go a few feet using the "tripod" method. When you try to crawl, you either fall on your face or go right onto your belly. "Mooommm!!! Brooke fell on her face, again!" yells Madison. Here's a pic of the tripod method, you have two hands and one foot propping you upright with a leg tucked underneath for support.




I noticed that most of my favorite pictures this month are of you in your PJ's. That's because you are sweetest in the morning, ready to smile and laugh for me. Either way, night or day, you are loved. Always.

loves,

Mama

2 comments:

Shannon said...

Hard to believe she's 7 months old and I've never actually had the pleasure of meeting her! I imagine she has a sweet, gentle nature...it's hard not to picture her any other way with her sweet, little face. Miss you so much.

schuss3 said...

Brooke is her mommy's girl...and absoultely precious! I'm so glad to get to "see" her grow via the blog. Keep enjoying...
Michelle