'Sup with Dre: 7 months!

Yo! Don't it look like the football is shrinkin'?!

That's right, folks, another whole month OWNED by this guy, me, Dre. I'm awesome.

 As you''ve guessed, I'm taller now, I try not to disappoint. Ma is praying that I don't keep growing until we get warmer weather. Apparently someone didn't plan for me to be in 18mo clothes at 7mos old, someone didn't know she was dealin' with Da Dre!

I learned my name this month - it's Dre - and I like hearing it. Duh.

In other big news, this month I busted out with my first tooth. That thing has got me droolin' more than normal, which is already more than normal, which makes Ma make this face like she's eating a lemon. My first word may have been Dada, but my second word will probably be "Eeeew!"

My dad is pretty cool. I dig him. Well, we all dig him. He makes us laugh. He comes up from work in the evening and calls each of us with a different "hello." Ma's sounds like the Ricola commercial and goes like, "Aye Hottie!" Sissy's is accompanied by a deep voice "Where my Gangsta at?" And mine sounds like a gorilla roar and looks like it too with all the chest pounding and head shaking. It gets me. He gives me the Roar, I give him a huge, gummy grin, it's our thing. This month I've started doing the Roar back to him, complete with head shake - the man goes crazy... well, more crazy. Gotta love him.

I make a bunch of new sounds and I'm tryin' lots of new foods. Ma even gave me a gummy bear bit the other day. I am so her second child. Y'all know I'm super strong already... You don't know? Well, I like to stand holding onto stuff and bounce or take steps. I don't pull up on things, but Mama sets me up. It's fun! My doctor says I might not crawl because of how big I am at my age, but I might surprise ya folks. We'll see...

One of my favorite things these days in biting shoulders. It's how I say hello. Chicks dig it. I also like bathes!

Mama took away my precious swaddler this month. Made me mad... for like a day... then I discoverd how many cool things I could play in bed with my hands free!! Like spinning! Sa-weet.

Somethings I don't like are strangers. This month I suddenly looked around and realized I prefer my family. Everyone else gets a shy head duck and silence or a wide-eyed look followed by screaming.

Church is really scary. Ma tries to tell me something about how she needs to be "fed the Word" or she's not going to be as good of a mommy for me, and I'm trying to tell her to eat whatever she needs to eat at home where I'm happier. Still she insists on going, and I insist on yelling over the message. We'll see who wins in the end. So far, I'm 3 and 0 for messages yelled over top of... she'll crack.

Peace-out, y'all.