Fitz: Seven Months

my angel boy is seven whole months old. seven is big, it's bigger than six. and i feel like once we hit six months we're on a downhill slope of not being a baby anymore. heart broken mama over here. being a mom to fitz has refined me. it has made me better, happier and for sure helped me feel more complete.

we like to call fitz a series of names. kfj, mr. fitz, fitzaroo, the fitz, fitzharold, fitzarelli, bro, brobro, bubbah boy, boyfriend, the boyf, hubba dubba, buckaroo, my guy. oh how loved this boy is.

fitz is good to the core. he is so happy and calm. it's fun to be around him, but he's so even tempered that you might not even know he is there. when ruby was born people would tell us to watch out our good luck would run out with our number two. but, history has repeated itself and we have an even happier baby.

our guy loves a schedule. he loves mornings and wakes up around seven refreshed and happy and chatty. he just talks and talks and talks. we are so lucky! he then goes back to bed for a two hour nap around nine. he takes two more naps in the afternoon sometime. unfortunately because grandma's house life isn't very scheduled and we're usually finding excuses to be away. playing our running errands we don't always keep the same afternoon schedule. luckily fitz is adaptable. he isn't the best car sleeper and wakes up when we stop the car. his bedtime is early. he likes it that way. just around seven he rubs his eyes and squeels when we put him to bed. he loves his sleep. he'll sleep usually until five and then wants a boobie snack. but falls back to sleep quickly.

fitz other love is food. we didn't know he had it in him because he hasn't ever been a big nurser or loved the bottle. it was just what he needed to survive. but now, he lives to eat. he whines and whines during breakfast, lunch and dinner. oh man he loves him some yummys. i wish he had a favorite food, but he likes it all; babyfood, table food, or dog food. if it's edible. he wants part of it.

fitz loves his dad. they are born to be buds. i knew that from before my ultrasound at sixteen weeks. he loves when dad comes home and they usually spend thirty minutes together in the morning while dad gets ready and mom salvages her last minutes of sleep. he's kind of a guy's guy. he likes boys already. he wants to be doing whatever nic is doing, watching tv mostly, he loves babaloo's remote.

fitz looks to his sister all the time. he just loves her. he wants to play with her and play with her toys and be just like her. fitz obsession with ruby is for sure reciprocated. they are best buddies. she can't wait to get out of preschool, she loves waking up and running to her brother. they play pretty well together and only fight over ruby's toys because almost everything we own is in storage. they have to share the few toys that are at grandma's. fitz usually wins unless it's pink, ruby is not giving up her pink toys.

we will miss not living with babaloo and scooby. we get lots of time being held, rocked, snuggled and fed with four adults around. fitz is a pretty spoiled guy. my mom holds him when i make breakfast or lunch and my dad has him when i make dinner. it's a good life for the fitz.

though he loves his dad, sister, and grandparents. fitz is a genuine mama's boy. his first word was mamammaa. he loves me. he knows i'm who feeds him, changes him, bathes him, and takes care of him. it is pretty nice to feel appreciated. the other night we had a sweet experience that reassured fitz knew who his mama was. fitz hadn't slept very well for two nights. which is very un-fitz like. he was whinny and tired and mom had enough. nic had taken him at about four, but he was back to crying. i could here him and nic trying to get my attention, but i just kept thinking if i turn the other way and not move maybe i could get some extra sleep. finally nic threw an empty bottle at my back and i shot up. i grabbed my whinny baby and he stopped. instantly. he stopped. i bounced him for a minute thinking if i stop and lay down he will cry again. but he didn't. he slept right on my chest almost instantly. oh how i love my mama's boy.

fitz has two bottom teeth and the happiest grin you've ever seen. he loves sitting up tall and rolling around. he wants to crawl, but we're in no hurry to teach him. he is one of the happiest people i've ever met and is so friendly. we love our guy more than words can express. it's so fun to be part of his family.