Proud supporter of the Anti-Infant-Growth Movement

My boy gives KISSES now.

I loooooooove my mommy!

Okay. Maybe that pictures is a little more "As soon as I'm done placating the grown up, Fat is going down" than solid evidence of kissing, but that's the best we've got.

He also claps and grooves along to his Singing Cookie Jar and is expert at scooting across the living room backwards and getting stuck under the couch.

I've suddenly become delicate and sensitive and need a pair of Nicole Richie sunglasses to shield me from the paparazzi.

I keep meaning to write and say what an awesome time seven months is, except now we're more like seven and a half months, or even seven and three quarters months. Which means we are really close to eight months and I AM NOT READY TO LEAVE SEVEN MONTHS. I wasn't ready to leave three months or four months or the other months, to be honest. This baby thing goes entirely too fast. (I CAN'T STAND IT when people say that to me, but it's okay if I say it. On my blog. Where I am Queen.)

So yes. Seven months is my favorite. (Yes I know I said that about the other months too. Shut up.)

We have lost, however, all ground we gained on Sleeping Through The Night, as last night Jack invited Phillip and me to a merry little party upstairs from two to four am. It was a BLAST.

Well, wouldn't YOU want to stay up all night with me?

P.S. Happy New Year's Eve. I will be sitting on my butt, at home, watching the fireworks on TV because I have a BABY. Something about responsibilities? But I will be drinking champagne, oh yes. They can schedule my entire world around the baby's sleep schedule but they can't have my champagne!

Comments

[Jen]

Start stacking bricks on his head so he won't grow so fast! He is absolutely adorable!

I always stay home on New Year's Eve. I haven't gone out since the 99-00 switchover. I am far too uncool. (But I will be well rested tomorrow!)

[Tara]

Love the new pics, especially the paparazzi one! He is too adorable. I'm impressed that he is clapping!

These babies must be conspiring... we had a party from 12am - 2am over here last night.

[Jenny Ryan]

Happy New Year!

Getting stuck under the couch made me laugh out loud :)

[Lindsay]

Hey, I haven't been sleeping much, so if you'd like to send him to spend the evenings with me so you can get some sleep, I'd be ok with that. He's too adorable.

[Laura]

Such cuteness.... I do the same thing...I say "this is my favorite age" then I end up saying it again a while later. Seriously though...THREE is GREAT!!!!

Happy New Year to you too...I too will be sipping champagne with my little one ...well, she will have milk LOL I tried giving her sparkling grape juice on Christmas and she was NOT amused...she has never had a coke so I am sure the carbonation got her...ha ha

[Maureen]

Ah, but if you will be AWAKE at midnight, you will have one up on me.

Happy New Year! I'm going to bed.

[jackie]

Nay used to give me kisses by sucking on my nose. It was cute until she got teeth. Now at a year she just touches foreheads with me -- these are our kisses.

I miss the "backward scooting until butt is stuck under the couch" phase. Crawling is scary.

[AbsolutelyBananas]

Oh I so feel ya. They grow up so fast it is TRAGIC... except that each stage is better and better so that helps somewhat. Have a happy New Year's eve... we're spending ours at home with some bubbly as well. It's the best way, if ya ask me!

[Dooneybug]

What a sweet ball of cuteness Jack is! Happy New Year to you as well. I am doing the exact same thing you are this evening. The champagne is chilling on the porch at this very minute.

[el-e-e]

Oh, I loved those open-mouth kisses. The best kind of slobbery. :)

[Lisa]

He is TOO CUTE! We are still puzzled by the sleeping experience as well. On December 30th, our angel unexpectedly slept straight through the night. We're talking eight solid hours. Then she proceeded to nap fitfully all day on New Year's Eve and wouldn't go to bed until 11:45 (usually asleep by 10:30). I think she was resting up the night before so she could ring in the new year, but mommy would have none of that. So this year, we passed a fussy overtired baby back and forth for hours and spent the final 15 minutes of 2007 praying that she was finally down for the night. Obviously, not the most festive New Year ever!