It’s almost impossible to make you laugh, but you love to share gummy smiles with us, and on rare and wonderful occasions, tiny chuckles. If I bury my nose deep enough under your arms or neck, sometimes I can dig for those chuckles.
You like to grin at us too, your eyes creasing with joy as you stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth.
You’re a growler. I hope you never stop growling. You like to communicate happiness, eagerness, discomfort and frustration with growls of different tone and volume. When you’re excited and happy, the growls are accompanied by a flurry of little leg kicks. It’s like you’re doing the running man horizontally. Your favourite books are currently The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Joseph Had a Little Overcoat, Baby Yiddish, and Dream Big, Little Scientists: A Bedtime Book. I read you the first three before each nap, and the latter before bedtime. You’re not even seven months old, but already you recognise the words as they form in my mouth, your eyes lighting up as you know I am about to put on a funny voice, or change my intonation in a way that makes you smile.
I love that you know what you like and don’t like, and that you let us know. As you get older, the world might try to squeeze that out of you. Don’t let it. Keep growling, baby.