Yesterday I turned seven months. As a reward, I thought I’d give myself a day off from my job as a blog writer and photo editor. And to be honest, there was so much excitement in the air that I doubt I would be able to concentrate on writing. Turning seven months was lots of fun. First I had a little party with my friends Zebra and Sophie the Giraffe where we sat in a circle and sang songs, played clapping games and counting rhymes. Then my real live friend David came for a play date. I haven’t interacted with David before, so I didn’t know if we would have anything in common. But he was very nice and we had a really good time. We told each other stories, held hands, and even played footsie. He brought me the softest little sheep named Dasha. I also got presents from my friend Rachel, who I hope to see soon so that I can say “Thank you!” for all the wonderful books and clothes she got me.