I can't wrap my mind around you being 7 months old today. 7. Whole. Months. I remember when we measured your age in trimesters, and then weeks, now months. Seven of them.
I love so much about this little stage of your life. You laugh easily and all of the time. You sleep a solid 12 hours at night, so I feel so much more like my regular self and I can really enjoy you during the day. We have been the pool and to the swings a lot this November, despite ridiculous rainstorms.
I've been trying to find a good photo of you to include in this letter, but most of them involve food all over your little face. This has been a big eating month for you. You still love sweet potatoes, but now also are a fan of mango and avocado (no pit).
Last night your daddy got you ready for bed and you were cuddling with him on the couch. I walked past and you shot your arms in the air like the Hallelujah Chorus and you said what sounded like mama to us. I had no idea how much I was going to love every little bit of you, but that moment- wow.
Everybody loves you, Claire. Especially me.