Ok, so I realize it's not exactly seven months yet, but what's really going to change that much in 5 days, right? Taylor is still growing like a weed, still toothless, and still refusing to even attempt to crawl. However, she has started to stand sort of on her own if you put her next to the coffee table so she can hold on. Also, her hair is apparently only growing in a strip down the middle, and I've decided to have fun with that while it lasts!
Today we had our follow up appointment at the ophthalmologist to see if massaging Taylor's tear ducts has paid off. In short, the answer is no. So, now we get to do the probe procedure on the 18th. Her doctor has assured me that this is a very simple procedure that will only take about 30 minutes from start to finish, and that within 24 hours she ought to be pretty good to go. Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to it either way, but at least she won't look like she's crying all the time anymore. We also went back to the pediatrician today (
another ear infection, BOOOO!), and discovered that Ms. Priss weighs in at 19.4 lbs! I knew she had hit a growth spurt when all of a sudden none of her clothes fit anymore. Little stinker is in 12 month size now! But since this is her 3rd ear infection in less than 3 months our pediatrician gave the heads up that we may have to get tubes put in if she has anymore in the next couple of months. I did ask him if we could just go for two when she's under on the 18th, but he said that this is actually a lot harder to coordinate than you would think, and that we want to hold off on the tubes if at all possible. Sooo, I will keep everyone posted as to how Munkie does when she has to go for her surgery in a couple of weeks, hopefully it won't be too bad.
Haha! That's right, I had to do a little mohawk! See, these are the perks of parenthood, you gotta take advantage before they get old enough to complain.
Taylor playing with her new ball in a filthy shirt. Yes, mother of the year here left it on because it was almost bath time. No sense in dirtying up another outfit for the sake of saving reputation.

Look ma! No hands! Well, no hands from Mom anyway. She is actually standing without any support from me.