Dear Ransom!
Happy HALF A YEAR!!!! WOOO!! I feel like this month deserves some serious celebration! First of all you've had some major mile stones:
On Sunday the 23rd of January your first tooth poked through. This made SO MUCH SENSE since you'd spent the whole week previous not sleeping at ALL and causing me all kinds of grief.
Of course, I felt totally guilty for not giving you enough sympathy or pain relief during that week..but, lucky me, after a two day reprieve you started cutting your SECOND tooth and so I'd like to think I made up for my lack of sympathy for your first tooth with your second. ;-)
Along with growing teeth you also sat up all by yourself on January 28th. You did it for about a whole minute and grinned the whole time. Unlike when you rolled over, which seemed almost like an accident, the sitting up thing has definitely been a more conscious decision on your part, a decision that you are SUPER proud about. You usually have your arms outstretched like an airplane-for support and balance-most of the time and your current pass time is usually spent sitting surrounded by pillows on the floor ( your father is the one who surrounded you with the pillows, I had let you fall over three times before he took pity on you and gave you a little more "cushion", so you can thank him later for saving you from any permanent head damage).
You have also started eating solid foods this month. You started with avocado which you did NOT dig. ( but I'm sure once we add a little garlic, lemon and tomato you're gonna be singin' a different tune, baby! avocado is awesome!) but you soon moved on to sweet potato and bananas and you just finished off some summer squash and I'm getting ready to make you some pears today...so food is DEFINITELY a part of your days now.
Above all your Daddy and I are just trying our best to enjoy this season of your life....you grabbing ahold of the skin on our necks when we pick you up. The way you wrinkle up your nose when you do a cheesey grin. The way you close your eyes BEFORE you slam your toy down on the high chair tray in anticipation of the loud sound its going to make. The way you still love looking at your reflection in mirrors and how playing Paddy Cake will make you smile no matter what kind of a mood you're in. We love that your hair still primarily sticks straight up in a sort of rooster tufted on top of your head and we love that you can now put your own pacifier back in your mouth ( this is mostly just a really convenient thing).
Ransom, thank you for being such a bright part of our day...I can hardly remember a time without you and I am so very thankful for you in our lives.
Love, your Mommy
