SEVEN MONTHS.

Last night before we were about to get Rosie ready for bed Mark turned to me and said "Do you know Rosie's seven months old tomorrow?". I looked at him like he was crazy before realising that he was right, she was turning seven months. And then I had a slight panic because how did I miss that?Where is time going?!

There's so many things I want to remember at seven months. Like how much Rosie loves blueberries and blackberries and raspberries and well every kind of berry. How she loves books now and will give you the biggest smile at the beginning of every one we read and how We're Going on a Bear Hunt is her most favourite book of all. How she finally sleeps through the night meaning we all get the best sleep (!!) and the sound of her babbling away in her cot when she wakes up in the morning (way too early).

I feel like she's slowly becoming a mama's girl and I'm living for it, she's started giving kisses and cuddles which melts my heart on a daily basis. She still happily chills with me in her baby wrap or carrier, it's like she's a newborn all over again. She is getting so good at crawling that I think it might be time to baby proof and the look of determination in her face when trying to crawl to something is too cute. She's also finally cutting her two front teeth and handling it so well. I'm so incredibly proud of my baby girl & can't quite believe she's ours!