Dear Empress Eleanor,
I love you. At 7 months old you are small but mighty. You get excited and begin scrambling to crawl up and over me. And when you want something, you can overpower me and literally force your way to it. You have begun to really enjoy getting tickled and there are lots of peals of laughter. And you recently pushed yourself up, arms straight. Once you can get your knees under you we'll be in trouble!
I love that you and I continue to share a really close bond. That you love to just stare up at me when I'm wearing you, or just look at me in the mornings and smile. And lately you've begun to grab my head, turn it how you want it and lay a smooch on me.
You are thriving, no matter what your weight tells. You are considered the "smiliest baby ever" by so many people. You are strong. And smart. You seem to be picking up new skills almost daily (which terrifies me a bit). And I love getting to just watch you watch the world.