Almost seven months

I can't believe it.

Bence is getting so big so fast.

I suppose this is every mothers curse

(And blessing)

But I wish I could (sometimes) slow time down just a little bit. 

He can sometimes be a bit of a stinker, but overall, Bence is the sweetest, happiest little buddy.

He loves attention.

He loves to play (just not by himself)

He loves to make faces when you look at him.

He loves to laugh and giggle

And be tickled.

He loves to be snuggled while he falls asleep.

He ADORES baby biscuits and shows that adoration by smearing the dang things in every crease and crevice.

He loves to talk and blow spit bubbles and tell stories (very emphatically.)

He loves when daddy comes home from work and plays with him.

He loves his toys (especially his new toy from nana-major sensory overload, but he loves it all the same.)

He loves his bath and his rubber duckies.

In fact, I can pour water right over his head, and as long as he has that duck to chew on, he barely ever sputters. 

Even though Bence loves a lot of things. He knows what he doesn't like too.

He still hates putting shirts on.

(Mostly because he can't move his arms for .5 seconds)

He hates when food isn't ready fast enough.

He hates when he doesn't have mommys undivided attention.

Or when mommy walks out of the room.

He hates that his ability to move is so limited still. (This boy just wants to get up and run.)

He hates going to bed (sometimes.)

And he seems to hate it when mommy and daddy go to bed at the same time, because that hasn't happened more than I can count on one hand since he was born in October. 

We love him all the same.

He really is the cutest little bugger there ever was.