Brighton 7 months

Okay, since I am a HORRIBLE parent that keeps a BLOG instead of a BABY BOOK for my poor SECOND child, I better AT LEAST note that BRIGHTON can CRAWL!! He's been scooting for about a month and about two weeks ago he was laying on his stomach and suddenly he sat up... or maybe he'd been sitting up sooner and I just finally realized he was doing it... like with his rolling. I happened to notice one day last month that Brighton was NEVER where I left him. He'd always be on the other side of the room. He never moved while I was playing with him, so I left the room and spied. He was rolling around like a soccer ball! So I was BOUND and determined to catch his first CRAWL. Well. I didn't. BUT, for the baby books sake we'll say it was yesterday! We were at my Grandma Brown's house, for her birthday party, and everyone saw him shimmy those little fat legs together and crawl for a toy. I do think his crawling happened in the last week so it won't be THAT far off. (I'll make it sound good for his baby book! WHICH- I AM working on... kind of. I think I've done part of the first page on Heritage Makers. My kids only 7 months old... HENCE the BLOOOOG)!!

His four top teeth just came in, also, SO he has a total of six teeth. Which is just FABULOUS. He's a humongo baby with teeth. He's going to look like a dang three year old that's still getting breastfed and wearing a diaper. Not to mention poor MEEE. Whoever said your nipples lose all feeling when you breastfeed OBVIOUSLY never breastfed a baby with TEETH. Brighton chomped down on me and I didn't know how to get him OFF!! I know I said Brighton looks like a turtle. I'd like to edit that comment. Brighton IS a turtle. A snapping turtle! And once he snaps there is no getting him UNsnapped! My little family was all seated around our new tv watching something wonderful... Barney or Diego... when I did the motherly act of feeding my little boy. And then I was screaming, "OOOOWWWW!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!" And Brooklyn and Starling were just staring at me. Did they offer to help?? No. They just watched my agonizing face as I tried to decide rather to thump Brighton in the head or tug. I chose tug which was the WROOOONG decision. He bit harder, hanging on to his milk supply with jagged razor blades. Yelling didn't deter him. I finally decided to sacrifice my finger and stuffed it into his chubby cheek and sqeezed until he let go to cry. And NO I didn't feel bad for pinching his cheek. NOT one BIT. He's lucky I ever let him on again!

He's still as jolly as ever, the most smiling baby I've ever seen. Teething has been rough on him AS has this cold he has that WON'T go away. BUT, he's still a big ole' pile of happy. And I KNOW he can talk. He spouts out random words like "I love you" and "Ma Ma" and "Bwoo Bwoo." AND NOOOOO those little instances can't go into the baby book as his first words YET, but I've heard them and Starling has heard them. Last night we were leaving and he said "Bu Bye." (I know... overzealous parents and their overzealous ears... lol). But I can understand his babbling! Especially when he is telling Brooklyn off. When she snatches a toy from him, which is every three seconds, and she says, "Oh! Brighton that is MY horsey, but you can play with THI-IS..." (And its like a sock or something), Brighton will start going off, chomping those little jaws and Raw Raw Rawing at her. Its pretty hilarious. He's hilarious. My whole LIFE is just flippin hilarious. (a bit of sarcasm in that last one. I'm just remembering my battle two minutes ago in the laundry room when I tried to hang up my freshly washed- although it did say dry clean only- dress and I dropped it into the rabbit's water, food, and then litter pan. So "hilarious", in this instant, is also a synonym for chaotic, clumsy, and WHY WHY WHY).

I'd LOVE to keep going with lovely thoughts, but my "hilarious" little SCREAMING Brooklyn is crying, "MOOOOMMMMAYYY.... I neeeeed my CHOOOOOCOLATE MIIIIYIIILK." Why can't she be attached to a stupid BLANKET!?