Growing Up

My baby is now 7 months old. I can hardly believe it. I thought I would never make it through prego time. Then staying in the hospital an entire week seemed to be eternity. Jon and I couldn't wait to get home with that little guy. Now here we are 7 months later, with a healthy boy who is starting to eat a lot.

It is true when people say to cherish every moment. Through endless nights of not sleeping for us, I couldn't wait for him to get older. Now, I wish for just a moment that he would let me rock him to sleep a few times. We are having so much fun. Isaiah just smiles most of the time. We are blessed to have such a calm baby. He doesn't cry much, except when his daddy pulls out his tools that are to loud for him.

This is our newest face. He wrinkles his nose, then laughs sometimes.

Isn't he the cutest!!

We are also very proud of Dad tonight. He played in the FWC basketball league and won FIRST PLACE. Way win us a Buffalo Wild Wings card daddy!