movement. you are constantly moving. which, don’t get me wrong, baby, i love seeing you move. but it’s a little hard for your mama to admit you’re crawling. hard, because you’re no longer my little baby that cuddles on command. that will stay put. we’ve entered new territory, you and me. you crawl, i chase. you run while i’m holding your arms up. you look at me with that look in your eyes like you intend to explore the world (at least the walls of our home that you know so well). and thatcher, know i support you in exploring this world. i’ll chase you until i can’t walk anymore.
*since you’re quite the mover, i can’t help but look at you when you’re sleeping so sound, so peaceful. so still.