Sprout is 7 months old.  How quick time is going...  What a smart, strong, sweet boy I have.  I am truly blessed.  He is so amazing.  He is learning new things every day.  He can now:

* sing.  He LOVES to make noise!
* army crawl.  He pulls himself along with his arms.
* take his socks off.  He does NOT like his feet to be covered!!
* wearing size 3 diaper.
* still in 6-12 mo clothes.
* taking a pacifier.  Especially at night.
* taking the bottle. About 6 ounces every 4 hours
* eating baby food and cereal.  We've tried all stage 1 and 2                 fruits and veggies.  He LOVES them!
* loves puffs and will literally 'sing' for his food!
* still LOVES to jump in the jumper00 :)
* LOVES the pool or any type of water!!
* not sleeping through the night.
* LOVES nursery rhymes and songs
* loves to clap hands. but cannot do it on his own yet
* has the best smile :)

With every month that gets closer to our 12 month mark...I get more and more anxious.  My sweet baby boy turned 7 months old.  I did not forget to document it.  For some reason I am scared.  Scared that he could be with his paternal g-ma for next months update.  Scared that I could lose him.  To be honest, there IS a very small part of me that is completely at peace in knowing Sprout is OURS.  I just wish that small part would take over all the big parts :(  No new updates on the paternal g-ma. As far as I know, she has not filed her paperwork yet.  Many thoughts have run thru my head.  At court, hubby heard them say that she is getting a lawyer.  Then the craziness began in my head. 

But then I hear that strong, still voice saying...

"Trust me.  I've GOT this. This is NOT your battle to fight.  Leave it to me. I will carry you through." 

And then, I'm ok.  Just like that. 

Not to say there is no fear.  I'm human.  But I hold tight to the fact that these words are coming from His mouth and I'm at peace again. 

I trust Him.  If I've learned anything from this 6 year journey...I trust Him.