Today you are seven months old. You do realize what this means, right? You’re now closer to one year than you are to your birth. This may not seem like a big deal right now, but when you’re thirty-six and closer to forty than thirty, you will understand. (And this is neither here nor there, but I will be sixty-six. Yikes.)
We’ve traveled again this month. This must be no surprise to you at this point, since travel has been a large part of your life so far. We hope that you will always love to travel and find adventures in your life. You got to ride on another airplane when we flew to Appleton for your baptism and for our trip to Minneapolis for Thanksgiving. Once again, you charmed everyone on the airplane and made friends with the people sitting behind you. Many people commented on what a good baby you are. We attribute much of your good behavior on your stellar personality — and the rest on the earplugs you wear when flying.
You were baptized on November 23 with your baby cousin Sophie. Bumpa participated in the rite by pouring the water on your head. It was very special to have him baptize you. When you saw that baptismal font full of water, your eyes lit up and I swear you were thinking, “Awesome! Bath time! I LOVE the tub!” You reached out your chubby little hand to try to play in the water. You were your charming self throughout the entire service. While we were up in the front, you smiled and kicked your feet the entire time. Both Daddy and I, and Uncle Pete and Aunt Christine, were very proud of you and Sophie that you didn’t poop through your baptismal gowns. We don’t ask for much… Daddy said a funny thing during the service. When Pastor Detweiler said, “I’d like to invite Samuel and Sophia, and the parents and sponsors to the front…” Daddy turned to me and whispered, “Our parents are supposed to come up, too?” I whispered back, “We are the parents!” We giggled quietly. Actually, we almost lost it. I’m not gonna lie.
You attended Sig and Clint’s anniversary party this month, your very first anniversary party. Uncle Ang and I sang a duet after dinner, while you watched from the closest table. While I was singing you were bouncing up and down and grinning at me the whole time. I could hardly look at you, partly because it was so cute I wanted to laugh, and partly because it was so sweet I wanted to cry.
You don’t seem to exhibit any stranger anxiety yet. I’m not naive enough to think that it won’t ever happen, but I wonder if the fact that you have been exposed to lots of new people throughout your life has helped keep it at bay. Only time will tell.
While we were in Minneapolis for Thanksgiving, you found your vowels. You finally opened your mouth and said, “Aaahhhh!” And, Sam, it was not a soft, demure little sound (which is good because you’re a boy and boys aren’t generally described as demure). It was loud! Perhaps you have inherited your Daddy’s baritone voice. We love to hear you talk. My favorite thing is listening to you talk to your stuffed panda bear and beluga whale while you play in your crib after a nap.
You always wake up happy, Sam. A few times this week, I’ve had to wake you from a deep sleep to take you somewhere, like to the car dealership or to work. You slowly stretch and open your eyes, then start clapping, with a sleepy smile on your face. Thank you for being such a flexible little guy.
At any moment, you are going to get up on your hands and knees and crawl away. You’ve been army crawling for weeks and last week have started rocking back and forth. The funniest thing is when you do your bunny imitation, by hopping your legs as far forward as you can, then trying to walk your hands forward to crawl. It’s a valiant effort, but invariably you flop forward onto your tummy. It’s so cute.
You are such a big boy, Mr. Man. I can’t believe how much you’ve learned and discovered about yourself this month. My baby boy is turning into a little toddler before my very eyes. I cherish every snuggle, the way you push your lower lip out when you’re done eating, every sleepy baby smile, all the glimpses of the newborn you that first came into our lives. You are carving your place in this world as your own little person, Sam, just as you have carved a deep place in our hearts.