Seven months and mobile

Well it's official. I'm a crawler. I'm still a little bit slow at it, but I'm gonna get it. Mostly I'm a reacher. I'll get down on my belly and STRECHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH to try and reach whatever it is that I want. Theres a lot of interesting things out there to get. Moms shoes, a candy wrapper, socks, bibs..... you name it I'm after it. My new favorite toy is actually a shoe box. Why not? It makes a great drum.

I turned seven months on August 2 and I'm growing way to rapidly for my own good, or at least that's what mom keeps telling me. I'm still just as skinny as I ever was, but I'm long. Thats why in most my pictures you'll notice overalls. They're the only thing we can find that fit okay. I'm attempting to speak. I say Nana, Mama, and Dada, occasionally but I get confused and end up saying Nama or Dama. Nobody understands what I'm trying to say other than you people and my mom of course when we're busy typing this. When she's not typing, the magical ability to understand me just vanishes into thin air and she asks me the most ridiculous questions that have absolutely nothing to do with what I'm trying to tell her. Thats the way everyone is. It's no wonder I sleep so long at night. Trying to talk to these people is EXHAUSTING.

We're going to one of my friends birthday parties on Saturday. It's her first birthday. I want her present, but mommy says not until christmas or my birthday. I can't wait. Mommy and Daddy can. They keep telling me that I'm growing up too fast. I can't help it. They fed me lots of nutritious food and before I knew it, I was tall. The doctor and nurses say I'm going to be tall. Mom hope so. She says just not too soon.

Well thats about it for tonight. It's 9:30 and I've got to go to bed. I'm exhausted. So goonight everyone. I hope to see you soon.

Love, Patrick