I don't claim to know everything. But, I am betting that when you don't blog for three months (aka nearly half of your seven-month-old baby's life), hypothetically speaking you would miss documenting such milestones as, oh let's say...
and then getting so good at scooting backwards that the baby would get stuck in all sorts of places like...say under a bed? (Crib, chair etc.)
Hypothetically, he might have found his feet,
and have learned to LOVE eating solid foods (as in, lunge for the spoon),
and have developed muscles so strong that he could have pulled the not-so-light basket of toys and books off the fireplace hearth and look astounded at his own strength,
but feel so tickled pink that it had moved he would have continued to expertly drive his music center into the great unknown;
and most definitely would have perfected the merman pose as he sat up,
and send out heart-melting smiles while doing it.
You would probably have missed the first time wearing a big boy tie, kind of similar to Dad's, (except that it really didn't stay on at all, even for the picture, as you can see...hypothetically...)
and you would have for sure missed the whole teething experience in which he would have perfected delicately sampling just about everything within tiny arm's reach/scoot,
and the cutest little pearly white that you ever did see (bottom right - tooth P for all those tooth- minded fellows) and whose mama would have adored brushing his single tooth every night.
Chances are good that the first family mall expedition might have been lost in time,
along with the his first Fourth of July parade,
and the first time he donned shoes that made him look SO grown up;
and the very first pool party,
and most certainly the second swim party where he would have been wild and crazy staying up past his bedtime
and would have bonded with Daddy
and his new friend (while Daddy and friend's daddy talked about things that cause their facial muscles to contort) .
And yet another pool party,
where he would still be unsure of how he felt about taking a long bath instead of sleeping.
And of course when the real legitimate crawling would finally start, it would have been videoed and photographed ...
along with the kisses and the clapping and the million other things that he would have done in those missed three months. Hypothetically, of course...