7 Months
At 7 months, you start to realize the “I have a new baby” excuse is on its last legs. Your kid is 7 months, you’ve been back to work for 4 months, there is no reason (other than House of Cards) you shouldn’t be showering on the daily. There’s also no reason (other than deliciousness) you should be ordering pizza weekly. There is, however, plenty of reason you should be knee deep in wine. But that has nothing to do with a baby so I don’t know why we’re talking about it here.
7 months is also when you start to realize no one knows anything. Your kid goes from loving rice cereal and oatmeal to flat out refusing it overnight. Some people tell you it’s because he’s bored with it; some people tell you it’s a texture thing; the pediatrician’s office tells you some kids will eat the hell out of a mashed up green bean but have nothing to do with baby food green beans. You, however, remain convinced he falls into none of these categories and will be taking a bottle with him to college (and not the bottle he’s supposed to try to take).
7 months consists of constantly reminding your baby daddy that he doesn’t really want the crawling to start. This is partially because you can barely handle how well the 9 month clothes and size 3 diapers are fitting and want time to stop, but mostly because containment is the goal here.
Most importantly, 7 months is that magical time where sleeping through the night occurs more often than it doesn’t. Maybe it’s because he’s discovered the joy of sleeping on his tummy, maybe it’s because he’s discovered he can handle the pacifier on his own. The whys don’t really matter; what matters is you’re all sleeping through the night and the world isn’t as dark as it once was.
Soybeans, Too 