Dear Noah,

Today, you are 7 months old. I don’t know why 7 months seems so much older than 6 months, but it does.

You can do so much more now than you could do last month. You’re crawling now, and over the last 2 days, it’s moved from a “breaststroke” sort of move to a mix of regular crawling and the breaststroke. It wears you out pretty quickly, sometimes half-way to your goal. But after a few moments of rest, you dive right back in with a huge smile.

Now this upright thing that bigger people do is starting to look interesting to you. You’re trying to push yourself to a full upright and standing position whenever you’re near something 6-12 inches high. It hasn’t quite worked yet, and your crib bumpers are looking worse for the wear, but your determination is evident.

The least fun thing about this age is that stranger anxiety has begun to hit you. You’ll still grin and coo at anyone, so long as I’m holding you, but you aren’t happy for long if there are strangers nearby and you can’t see either of your mommies.

Sometimes you even get cranky if you don’t see me for long enough, right here at our house. You gave Grandma a pretty rough time last night, but don’t worry, she still loves you.

(I’m contemplating getting you a Baby Klingon t-shirt, but since I couldn’t find any on Cafe Press, maybe not enough people would get the joke.)
There’s still nothing as wonderful as your smile or listening to you giggle and chatter away or getting a sweet drooly kiss from you. Thank you for being such a sweet boy, and know that your mommies love you very, very much.
love,

Mommy