While I do tend to be of the please-make-time-stop mindset when it comes to Parker and my overwhelming desire to keep him sweet and small and rockable and nurseable and smooshable and cuddleable... well, there are benefits to him getting older. Namely this: he can actually show you love. Because he wants to! And folks, it's downright scrumptious.
We're sort of, loosely (very loosely... too loosely? Whatever.), sleep training over here. Trying to cut out some of the middle of the night nursings and extend time spent in his own crib. It's baby steps. I'm not sure who's less ready to quit the co-sleeping, me or Parker? (Might be me.) Who's most ready? Probably Steve. But, he's really nice and patient about it and we love him for it.
Where was I? So, he can show you love because he wants to show you love and gosh, does it feel good. The other night I brought him into bed. It was probably 3 am or so when he woke up. He settled right back down, wrapped his soft little arm around my neck, and went right back to sleep. Did you read that? He wrapped his arm around my neck!
I died and went to heaven right there on the spot.