Tomorrow you will be 200 days old. How did that happen? It is still hard to believe that 200 days ago, I had never met you. Now I can't imagine my life without you. "Who me?"
You are so close to crawling. You can push up onto your knees (and will even push up onto your feet sometimes). Once on your knees, you will start rocking back and forth, but can't quite seem to figure out how to move your knees. Sometimes you will get rocking so hard, that you will suddenly lunge forward, resulting in a face plant. That is not so fun.
You also have a love affair with your toes right now. You love to play with them. You love to suck on them. Since there was going to be only about a month of you eating before we moved back to the US, we decided not to buy a high chair here. I have been feeding you in your swing. This gives you the perfect opportunity to take a bite of food, suck on your toes (getting food everywhere!), another bite of food... If I dare try putting socks or shoes on you, they are off in a second. If for some reason you can't manage to get your shoe off, you will settle for chewing on your shoe.
Your dad and I love you so much. You are such a good baby. The only time you get upset is when you are tired, or when you get bored playing with the same old toy, on the same old blanket, in the same old living room.
Last weekend we took you to Normandy. You did great! The trip was so jam-packed that we didn't have time to stop for naps. You were so good about just falling asleep wherever when you got tired. There were a lot of times when the stroller was not allowed, or couldn't go (like the beaches). Sometimes your dad would carry you in the Baby Bjorn, but most of the time, I wanted to carry you in the Moby wrap. Not only does it remind me of when I was pregnant with you, but I love you being all snuggled close to me. Sometimes you would fall asleep, and those were my favorite. I hope I never forget the feel of your little body snuggled and sleeping against me. I will cherish those moments forever. I know that all too soon you will be too big to carry around, or (sniff) to old to want to be carried or snuggling with mom.
I hope your first 200 days of life have been wonderful, because these last 200 days have been some of the happiest I have ever known.