Babies don't keep.

I don't know where the time has gone.  Seriously.  One minute I have a tiny baby in my arms, the next he's squirreling away with his full on inch worm crawl around the house, desperate to stand.  Anthony will be eight months old in a week!  I can't get over it.

I think my favorite part of life right now is bed time.  This kid.  Instead of being cranky tried (like most babies tend to be) he gets silly tired.  We got into the bedroom to nurse and wind down and he's all over the place.  Everything is funny.  I so much as look at him and he's in a fit of giggles- crawling all over, eyes barely open. Occasionally he'll fall asleep mid crawl for a few minutes then pop right back up to play and nurse and play.  This will go on for up to an hour before he loses his gumption and just passes out.

Mornings are pretty wonderful too.  He wakes up with a smile without a doubt every single morning.  It's hard to hate an alarm clock with a face like this.

Life could seriously not get any better with this baby.  I just try and enjoy every moment- regardless of how tired I am or how messy the house is. 

 "The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow.
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."

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