On the day Sam turned 7 months, it was just one of those rough ones. Teething, cold, extra spit up, exhaustion, etc. And when I realized I wanted to take his 7 month pics, I was going to clean him up and put on a cute outfit. And then I thought, no. This is real life. Mismatched socks and spit up is where we're at. And I'm too tired to wrestle him down for a clothes change right now. Let's capture it. :)
The month for Sam started off with a trip to the North Shore for the Superior Sawtooth 100 Trail Race.
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| Crewing for Pops in his big race. |
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| The urge to crawl seemed to vanish with the 'happily sitting up and playing' phase. And we're ok with that for now. |
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| Still BFF. |
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The best toys are household objects!
This face is reserved for only the most serious of play.
We've been relishing this amazing fall weather before the 6 months of captivity begin.
Water break during a run with Dad while Mom does some substitute teaching.
Enjoying the fall leaves!
Visit to an apple orchard on a chilly fall day.
I think we were confused why people were shooting apples out of a canon. Still, I kinda like this picture.
Honey crisp.
Sam liked the apples at the apple orchard so much that I give him apple slices at home now, too! |
Sam continues to be a joy and so, so much fun! In the past month he's weathered his first cold and his first tooth. There have been some tough days and nights. Chris and I have definitely felt wearied by lack of sleep. We are working on some new sleep training methods to try to help this little dear sleep at night and nap better. I feel like Sam is my little guinea pig; all this trial and error with the first baby - poor baby! We're making it, though. Day by day. Moment by moment. Leaning on grace. And I'm amazed how my heart continues to grow for this little guy.
What a day! Bedtime, . . .
