seven months
dearest Cecilia, you've always been a happy baby, but this month, your sense of humor has truly blossomed. you laugh when we laugh, when i kiss your tummy, when we mimic your "mad dog" pant, when Greta plays peek-a-boo with you. and speaking of peek-a-boo, it's your new favourite game. if we put a small blanket over your head, you dramatically pull it off and laugh and laugh. you know your name, and you love the little song i made up one day: "Cecilia Bedelia, Cecilia Marie! you are my best Cecilia, and always you shall be." you are a pro at sitting up now, and sometimes when you're on your tummy, you scoot yourself backwards just a little bit. you love to spin yourself around in a circle to reach your various toys. you entertain yourself for long periods of time in the pack'n'play, looking at books, shaking your maracas, and chewing on your beloved Sophie giraffe. you blow raspberries and you love your sippy cup, alth