I tried to find a picture with no drool...as you can see, no such luck!
Seven months and ten days old…that’s how old Mason is now. Holy cats have the months flown by! I’ve almost forgotten what it was like to have a giant belly and a needle stabbed in my back as a doc is getting ready to slice open my abdomen. Yep, almost forgotten…but not quite!
So last Tuesday I rubbed my finger along Mason’s gums to see if a tooth might be the reason why he was being so crabby. Turns out…it was! But of course at that time it was just barely through the surface. Now, a week and a half later it’s not much bigger. So that makes me wonder…do I put in his baby book that he got his first tooth two weeks ago? Or does it not count until it’s all the way in? Great question…I know. And definitely not something that I ever thought I’d need to be considering.
Mason has gotten to be pretty good at pulling himself up; he can do it from a seated position, and from the “crawling position”. Now if he could just figure out how to crawl! He’s almost got it…he gets up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth, and even pushes himself backward quite well. But that does nothing but make him mad since that’s not at all what he’s trying to do! Put a bottle on the floor in front of him and watch him get REALLY upset as it gets further and further away!
He still loves jumping (as anyone who saw him over Memorial Day can attest to!) and has recently discovered the swing at the playground. That is good for minutes and minutes of laughter 
Baxter is getting less and less fond of him as the days go by, mainly because Mason doesn’t know how to pet…just pull. But Bax sure does love it any time Mason gets in the high chair!
He loves to swing!