Seven months ago I was coming home from the hospital, completely clueless on how to raise a tiny baby. Seven months later, I have this thriving, healthy beautiful baby girl:

Likes:

Food. Loves to eat. Definitely her daddy's girl.

Baths, but she is harder to bath than the dogs with her slippery rolls.

Grabbing at Wayne and Stanley.

Me singing "I'm a Little Teapot."

Cookie Monster's "C is for Cookie" song.

Being outside.

Being naked, resulting in way too many accidents.

Dislikes:

Naps.

Her carseat. This is becoming a major issue.

Hmm. Not much else. She is pretty content.

Still no teeth and still hasn't accomplished crawling. That's ok, I'll hang onto my baby for as long as possible :)