One of these nights

So, William is over 7 months old now. He was born in the 30th of July, and there were only 28 days in February, so he didn't have a day that was the day he turned 7 months, but it's March, so he is.

He has started to sit really well. Every so often he falls over, and he usually turns on his tummy and pushes up onto his hands. Then he accidentally scoots backwards. He doesn't want to go backwards, and I'm not sure he has figured out that he is moving away from what he wants, besides being super frustrated that he doesn't have it.

At night he loves to sleep cuddled next to me. Right now he is sleeping ad I am holding him, because it is 6:30AM, and I figured he might want to get up when he started fussing this time. But no, he curled into and went to sleep.

During the day, he doesn't like to cuddle with me, unless he falls asleep nursing. He wants to eat, and if he doesn't fall asleep, he wants down. Sometimes he does want to be held, but he tends to lean away from me, throwing his body from side to side so he can see this marvelous, new world all around him. When Dan holds William, William leans against his daddy, resting his head on Dan's chin. Maybe he will be a daddy's boy.

At bedtime, Emily likes to cuddle next to me to fall asleep, either in her bed, or (preferably for her) mine. If she falls asleep in my bed, Dan or I carry her back to her bed, her long legs sticking out to the side, making doorways a little tricky. I think the transition usually wakes her just a little, but she snuggles into her own pillow and we cover up with her blankets, and she stays in her bed most nights.

Sometimes she wakes crying at night, but a quick trip to the bathroom usually sets her right. She goes willingly back to her bed, and snuggles back in. But sometimes I am awakened by my door slamming, and I scoot over if I can (sometimes the bed is already full with me and Dan and William). If there is space, Emily curls up next to me. If there is no space, or her brother is right where she wants to be, she protests. Then there is the hushed scolding, and usually an offer of a show if it is really just early in the morning, not night anymore, and If I am lucky I can get back to sleep.

But my brain starts turning, and I usually lie in bed thinking. And as much as I would love sleep, I also can't complain too much that I never seem to get enough. Because my two sleep deprivers are getting bigger everyday. And when I grumble in my head, I remember that I am grateful to have them.