Don't talk with your mouth full

I never in my wildest dreams imagined those words coming out of my mouth. Much less aimed at a seven month old. However, our eating habits have been taking on new hurdles as of late, the most recent, talking with his mouth full.
I believe he may have discovered normal sounds are much more interesting with a mouth full of, say green bean puree. And really, who cares if making these new funkified noises causes said beans to spray all over the chair, table, clothes, and more importantly, the mamma.
Thank god for oxyclean.

Other milestones include the cutting of a second tooth on the bottom, right next to the first. On a side note regarding this tooth cutting business, those suckers are ridiculously sharp! I have been bitten by children before, but nothing prepared me for the bite from Mr. 3/4 and 1/2 teeth. Razors I tell you! One bite lasting maybe two seconds almost broke the skin on my finger..... but back to the other developments (literally)~
He is scooting all over the place, most often through the kitchen. I believe I mentioned it before but I will again because of it's high importance, you do not feel any dirtier then you do after looking at the front side of a baby who has been crawling around on your tile floor. Add a dog with tons of black hair, unfinished landscaping outside, and general laziness of one stay at home mom to go through the motions of mopping all that floor, and you've got yourself one nasty looking kid.....
He is sitting up on his own, although frequently falls over usually face first.
The dog has grown tired of this thing that takes up all of our attention as acts up. He will lay on you, or in front of you, to block you from that drooling thing who has taken his place as the most important member of the family. He will paw at the baby wanting to play. I mean, it's only fair since he grabbed my tail first and tried to bite my leg, isn't it??
He will crawl to you if you motion and say 'come here', which we both laugh at because we sound like we're calling the dog. Here again, we fully realize much of the dog's anxiety can be linked directly back to us and our verbiage. Key words like 'come here', 'out', and 'food', used to be aimed at four legged. Now they are used to get baby to crawl, see if he wants out of the exersaucer, or invite him to breakfast or lunch.

Poor puppy.

I have completed two scrapbook pages for him, both taking wayyyyyyyy too much time. I need to be a little less anal when it comes to the projects, especially those I will never see again like the boy's scrapbook.
He continues to visit with his grandmother at the CPS offfice while she gets herself back together at the rental home her insurance company reportedly set her up in. The CM needs to check out the home so visits can take place there, but by that time I think the visits will be mute and the boy will move for good.
In all honesty, I try to talk about him leaving as much as possible to others as a way to continually remind myself the great loss I am about to suffer. We are about to suffer. My husband will be just as upset, ok, maybe not equally as devastated as me because I am with him all the time but this is just my opinion..... My parents are attached and even our friend's kids. It will be hard. But it's been wonderful, too, having this beautiful boy in our lives. There are days I wish he'd been ugly, or a cry baby, or never smiled. Then it might be easier.