Michael turned seven months old this past week, days after cutting his first tooth. He’s growing like a weed, and wearing 12 month clothing already. He’s also quite the little adventurer: he’s crawling everywhere (especially after the cats and dogs) and loves pulling himself up on whatever furniture he can grab. We recently got him these silicon Lego blocks and they’ve become his fast favorites.

His favorite foods right now are bananas and sweet potatoes, and his least favorite thing is sleeping because he might miss out on something. He’s been on sleep strike the last few weeks, thanks to all these developmental leaps.

He has one of the sweetest and most joyful personalities I’ve ever encountered. Even when he’s in pain or discomfort, he still has a gentleness about him.

He’s rarely still — he loves movement and always wants to be outdoors, especially in his wading pool. He also loves snuggles with dad and his Aunt Boo.

Being Michael’s mother is one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received. I love this sweet, sweet boy, and cherish these moments while looking forward to the years to come.