Zoey's Diary: Seven Months

LukeMotherhoodZoey

Oct 16

Written By Kristen

Hi Hi Hi!

Zoey here, to tell you all about the past month. In a nutshell...we are moving around like crazy...and in high chairs at restaurants and carts shopping (instead of our stroller), sitting, scooting, pulling ourselves up to standing, giggling and making all sorts of noise. Mama says we are growing up so fast!

Earlier in the month, I got the scooting (or army crawl, I guess they sometimes call it) thing down, and Bubs had sitting, but we caught up to each other and can both do both now. When I was the only one scooting, Daddy used to put me on the floor on my belly and see how far and fast I could go.

"Sissy!" he'd say. "It's time for the Scoot Scoot 500!"

Also when we each could just do one thing (scooting or sitting), Daddy said we each had our own special super powers.

We hang out in our new playroom lots. This is one of our favorite toys, from Uncle Ben:

Daddy still likes to stick a pacifier to my head and call me his little unicorn:

If me and Bubs have been apart, our faces light up with a big smile and we laugh when we see each other. We are best friends. And we play together so nice right now...side-by-side, and also we share things, like this day at Grammy and Grandpa's when we passed a rattle back and forth, back and forth:

Oh, and Daddy has our crib set up with a breathable mesh bumper down the middle, so it's like we each have our own little cubicle. That way we can sleep together, but don't bump into each other and wake each other up. Mommy came in one morning when we'd been awake for a while, and we had smushed down the divider in the middle so we could hold hands and play together. She said it was the cutest thing...

Also, we've been getting new nicknames. Of course there will always be Bubs and Sissy, but Daddy has started calling Bubs "Skelly Bubs," because he has PJs that have the bones of a skeleton on them. And Mommy has been calling me "Sugar Pie Pudding Pop."

One night, Grandma Charlotte was over helping us get ready for bed, and Mommy had two sets of yellow PJs out, and Grandma put the one with the ducks on me, which was cool, but then there were flowers for Bubs.

"Just put him in flowers," Daddy said to Mommy.

"No," Mommy said.

"He's man enough," said Daddy.

And then Mommy said to Bubs, "Are you man enough, Sugar Pie Pudding Pop?"

And Daddy said, "He won't be man enough if you keep calling him that."

And then Mommy said, "What do you want me to call him? My little Ice Road Trucker?"

"Or Puppy Dog Ear," Daddy said.

Here's Bubs asleep in the stroller. I generally sleep way better than him...Mommy and Daddy say he's tricky. But they say that's OK...different babies need different things.