This little man has me wrapped around his finger. I have no idea where we were without him. Sometimes I look at him and think how I want a hundred more just like him.
Like early this morning when Straton and I cuddled him in between us in bed and he would grab Mommy's face, then Daddy's, then Mommy's, over and over again talking up a storm.
It might have been my favorite moment I've shared with the two of them yet.
On another note,
sometimes he wiggles and moves so much when I'm holding him, I feel like if I set him down to roam freely, he would look something like this:
Of course he's no where near crawling yet, but he sure can scoot himself from one end of the crib to the other. Or be facing one way and 2 minutes later he's in a completely different direction and place. Or be on his playmat having a grand ol' time one minute, to laying a whole foot away from the entire mat itself. I really have to watch him closely now. I can't imagine what it will be like when he can move by himself.