People everywhere say, "Oh wow! What a happy baby!" And I still wonder how we got so lucky. Conley means everything to us. I would die without him, and I can't believe we ever wanted to wait to have kids, wait to experience this wonderful happiness and love.
He still gets up at night; I think he has except for like maybe eight days of his whole life. I like it though:). He goes right back to sleep, so I see it as middle of the night snuggles. When he wakes up, Joseph usually puts him in bed with us, or I go get him and bring him in and snuggle him. He's gotten so wiggly wiggly lately that he has to be in between in order for us to sleep--otherwise we are both too worried that he will wiggle himself off the bed! Nope, that can't happen. He's usually the one that wakes me up, either by petting my face, or by wacking it. I love it. Then we snuggle and giggle in bed for a little while before he gets to ancy and we have to graduate to the carpet or hardwood floor so he can move around.
He has been army crawling a lot this week. Not quite army crawling, but pushing himself forward and backward and to the side. It's so cute and funny. He's a determined little guy. I can see the wheels turning in his head when he sees something he wants and is calculating the best way to get to it. He always wants to be practicing and moving and exercising his muscles, except when he is really tired. I have started to really cherish the moments when he is really tired and will just lay on me as I snuggle him and he sucks on his binky. It's so precious. I really am trying to cherish those moments because they are sweet and I want to remember them when they go away.
I have been so blessed.
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