Bridger is seven months old and I am feeling less like a complete crazy new mom. One of the greatest lessons I've learned so far is to never get comfortable in a schedule because as soon as you do, the schedule will change. He likes formula one week and only wants breastmilk the next week; he takes long naps for a week, then no naps for a week (those are the harder weeks). Bridger likes to keep me on my toes, literally. He has been army crawling or scooting for a month now and is getting faster and faster. He has taken it upon himself to memorize the entire apartment, every crook and cranny; he goes on little adventures throughout the house every thirty minutes and it scares me to death. He seems to always find the electrical wires, drawers that slam, and random objects that fit right into his mouth. Bridger reminds me of a puppy; he makes me laugh. I love this baby so much! We have the greatest time together.
(This has been the worst winter I've experienced in a long time; I can't wait for summer!)
