Sweet Ben is seven months old today! This month has gone by in such a blur. I've gone back to work, we went to the beach, Ryan got his cast off and we are currently dealing with a stomach bug. Last night, I was thinking about Ben turning seven months, and I admit that I started to cry (but just a little). I just cannot face the fact that I will technically only have a baby for five more months. I know he will always, be "my baby" and I have to let him grow up (blah, blah, blah), but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
Little Ben has reached one of my favorite baby stages - he can sit unassisted, but cannot go anywhere! I love that I can put him down with a couple of toys and he is just as content as he can be. He is now bored with his toes and now currently obsessed with a teething ring. OBSESSED. If the grip Ben has on this ring is any indication of future athleticism, then he is going to make a pretty awesome wide receiver or baseball player. He won't drop that toy for anything.
Ben is such a good and happy baby. He is all smiles and loves to watch Henry. He has adjusted well to daycare so I'd say his first month at Primrose has been a success. We'll just see if he catches this lovely stomach bug Henry picked up from school...
Here are some photos of Ben's seventh month and our trip to the beach:
