Griffin turned 7 months on Nov. 23. That was the week of Thanksgiving. We were busy enjoying a full week with BJ at home from work while he was on vacation. Griffin is a sweet little boy. He is doing so well. Growing. Developing. Playing. Communicating. Smiling. Laughing.
Griffin started sitting up without assistance about a week after he turned 7 months. Sometimes he forgets he is sitting up on his own and that's when he topples over. He's also making some new sounds like "da-da-da" and a funny growling sound. They both get him attention and I think he likes that.
Even though we've had some difficult spells with his nighttime sleeping, he is now doing really great getting up only once to eat, and then he goes back to sleep until about 9 a.m. I can live with that schedule! Solid foods, well, that's another story entirely. He doesn't appear to care for solids. In fact, solid foods evoke projectile vomitting. None of my other children have responded that way with the introduction of solids. Schaeffer loved food of any sort. Lily just turned her head and refused to let you put anything in her mouth. But Griffin, he lets you put it in his mouth. And then the gagging and eventual throwing up occurs. I'm lucky that I can breastfeed because until 12 months Griffin will need nothing more. Introducing solids is a good practice to get him ready, but if he refuses to eat them he is not missing any nutritional benefits.
The ladies at church who keep Griffin's class say he is so easy to care for. They've told me that he hardly ever cries and that he is content to play. Whenever he gets fussy they rock him and he goes right off to sleep. I would have to say that sounds just like my little Smiley Wiley.
