I am 7 months old!! Yayyyyyy! To top it, I spoke my first word ever… pa.. pa.. vaa.. paa.. Mumma interprets it as va.. va.. while papa interprets it as pa.. pa.. Obvious, isn’t it. I am liking this game 
Since my 4 month update, there are a few developments from my side. First, I can sit with some help. I love to sit. I do need a little bit of back support, I can assure you it’s only a matter of time.
I can move… I rolled over few months back. But that wasn’t spontaneous. That was mostly when I attempted to do something else.. Now I can roll over whenever I want to. In few seconds. First, prop myself up, kinda in a sitting position and hold my feet with my hands. Wobble a little, rest is the game of gravity. Not only can I roll over, now I can also move to reach objects of my interest. For example, if there is a striking red and white book lying nearby, I first roll over, then put my head on the flat surface and raise my bum. My feet moves a little further, now when I put my bum down and head up, I have moved a little. I know, I know, it sounds complicated, but really you gotta try it couple of times, it’s no big deal.
I hear mumma and papa say the word crawling every so often, though I am not sure what that is all about.
What else? Oh, I can scream… Scream so loud that every one around makes their presence felt right away. I so love it. I have tried it few times deliberately and it works every single time! really. A 1 minute scream can do wonders. You gotta trust me on this one.
Food… One thing I am not liking is that white stuff my mommy stuffs into me every day. What I don’t get is their plates seem to have loads of colorful and flavorful food. Not sure why I can’t eat `em. They say I don’t have something called teeth and I apparently can’t chew. I overheard mumma talking to naani and my wise Naani reminded her there is something in the kitchen called a blender which can convert adult style food into baby style food. They had a long discussion and have decided to start me on daal chawal when I turn 8 months. It seems once I get to know the taste of salt and sugar, I would not eat bland food. Lets see. My mom did try to give me idli once, na.. white stuff again! I need color!! No one better than my papa understands my need. Mumma is way to worry-me types, oh, one new food every 7 days. Wait and watch for rashes, check her poop and what not. She needs to ease a bit. Anyways, was I saying my papa is the best? The other day we were having a family dinner at our favorite Fresh choice, when papa understood my silent moves and quietly thrust a piece of the golden colored cantaloupe in my hand. Boy! I had a blast. By the time mumma realised, I gulped a teeny bit of it. he he… Oh, and the famous parle-G, my sisters favorite, thats so yum. One day I grabbed it myself from my sisters snack plate. While everyone was busy talking, I gulped one half of it. Yummmm… Seeing the excitement I showed, I am offered that once in a while. Mumma did start me on applesauce and green beans puree, but I have been having loose bowel for a while so that’s on hold.
Weight… hmm.. lets not go there. I don’t want to upset my mumma. [Just between you and me, sshh... 35th percentile. Down from 45th. Hey, got to stay slim and trim ok.. Keep it to yourself now... ] I will tell my height though. Last couple of months, my parents have been calling me chutanki or chutku[little], and I am so not liking it. Not even a bit. I proved to them this time by showing a 70th percentile on the scale. Though the doc keeps saying that I seem to be genetically geared towards my mom, which means I am probably going to be on the smaller side.. sigh.. Not to loose hope, with the advancement of technology at this rate, who knows there will be a time when I can choose how tall I would like to be. Lets hope.
Sleep… I am still not sleeping through the nigh. Well.. I sleep 5 hours straight, then I am kinda half sleep half awake another 5 hours. I do go back to sleep right away if nursed every 3 hours after that. My ped was not happy to hear this and advised mumma to stop feeding me at midnights. hmm.. I am not that easy to let go, I think. Hey, when I am sleepy and hungry at the same time what do you expect of me? I am only 7 months old. Mumma and papa have decided to rock me back to sleep when I grunt in the night. Ain’t working, hmm.. ok.. I will try.. I promise.
I love dancing. Mumma had probably mentioned our evening and weekend routines. Sometimes we shift from the low, calming music to loud rap kinds. Ddidi goes wild. She jumps up and down, runs back and forth. Lately papa and Ddidi compete how fast they can jump. Apparently thats called dancing. I do my bit to keep the enthusiasm going. Belted in the bouncer, I push my upper body front and back, combined with wiggling my hands and feets. Papa stops, comes closer gives me a kiss and says I love it, my little roly poly lady. I love when he says that
I can recognize my family members. My mumma should be in my visual range, else I get a little worried. She carries my food supply you know! Lately papa makes fun of me and her by singing – mataji, jhalak dikhla jaa.. aaja aaja..
Love,
Dlittle