Our little Noah is 7 months old today. Besides being the cutest, most held, most snuggled person in the house, he is also the loudest. His playful screeching reminds me of a bird of prey or the sound a pterodactyl might have made. He usually saves these noises for daytime, but there have been a few 4 and 5 AMs where I have woken up to happy screechings and screamings. He has found his voice and loves it.
Noah is the sweetest baby. He is definitely NOT my best sleeper, but makes up for his sporadic wakings with his bright smile and little wiggle "naked" dance he does when you change his diaper. He is a pain in the butt to feed. Bottles: he is too busy looking around to concentrate on drinking. Solid foods: he pushes every last bit out with his amazingly strong tongue. It's super annoying.
However, we really are all obsessed with him. And like I have said before, he will probably get whatever he wants his whole life.
He is just that cute.
Can I ever get a picture of everyone smiling?
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