7 months old

Yesterday, Amedeo turned 7 months old! When he was a newborn, I thought that at some magical age in the future, babies got easier. It's true to a certain extent, but I feel like I was hoping for something that doesn't exist. There isn't a perfect age when all the ducks are in a row...reflux, sleeping, moodiness, eating, whatever the next fun thing is.

At 7 months, I know my baby better and can better respond to him, but his overall personality remains the same. I suppose I sound like an bad mom, moaning over all the little things that aren't right, and I am complaining a little bit. (Gee, Brenna, you didn't know being a mom was going to be hard?!?) Fortunately, the little things that aren't right are just that...little problems. We don't have any big issues right now. And, as has been said in the past...he's a darn cute little fellow!

Now, as Amedeo is getting older, he's getting some competition for attention. Our three cats have been extremely gracious, giving up their status as heads of the household. But, now, there is a little coup forming....and the question is, who's going to win the election? Violet or Amedeo???