Baby Will: 7 months.

Sweeter and sweeter every month, pretty much.

The last three or four weeks have been very bigly (gross) for Young William. He all of a sudden feels like a big kid, and the predictability and good moods that come with a nicely solidified sleep schedule are just GOLD.

Mainly, Will is the sweetest, most lovely little kiddo. He's usually content to hang out in his bouncer (our favorite for both kids!) or on a play mat in his room while we do things, and as long as he's fed and not tired he kind of looks around and babbles and waits for Beck to come poke him or tickle him.

Their relationship continues to grow in just the sweetest, most pure way. I know it won't be like this all the time, but she's so great at talking to him like he has a clue what she's saying ("look Will, I went to the potty all by myself!"), giving him his paci when he starts to fuss, or bringing him a toy and shaking it directly in his eyes, which, interestingly, he doesn't seem to mind.

Beck's favorite thing is playing with him on his floor - I assumed she would think this was boring, but she LOVES being in his room and just talking to him, watching him roll around on the floor. Will isn't sitting or crawling yet, but he can roll several times in a row to get where he needs to go, and is incredibly pleased with himself when he manages a good several feet of motion.

This month we also finished transitioning out of the swaddle. I had him in Merlin's Magic Sleepsuit for about a month, which seemed to get him used to his arms being out. One night I didn't put him in it and he flopped himself over, slept almost all night on his stomach. Which obviously scared the poo out of me, but I knew he was ready. Now he sleeps in sleepsacks (we have a few like this Halo one that we used as swaddles and now just use the arms-out function), and as soon as I set him down for nap or night he rolls onto his side in the cutest little fetal position.

Now that we have our sleep method in order, Will takes two naps per day (about 9am and 1pm) for around two hours, and has his nights from 7pm-7am, give or take. Last night he slept all the way through the night but usually wakes up at least once to eat, which I'm fine with. He is so sweet and cuddly and nurses for about ten minutes then goes back to sleep, which honestly I never want to end even though I definitely want it to end.

But! This month we've also started solids, and in the last week or so Will has started eating a quantity that I'd actually say means something, compared to a few weeks ago where three bites of food took thirty minutes and he was all confused by anything with texture. I've made a few purees for him, he's had a few baby food pouches, and he's tried some Puffs, which still are very baffling to him. He's getting better at eating from a spoon and more excited when we put him into the little half high chair we have, and it's SO cute to have him and Beck at the table at the same time. I can't get enough.

I do, of course, wish that I had more time alone with him. I know that's part of having more than one child and I know that he and Beck are better, not worse, for having each other. But, not getting to watch him grow with quite the same intensity that I did Beck is a little sad, more for me than for him I'd guess. Time flies and I feel like I'm missing everything, that sort of thing.

We adore him and can't get enough, is pretty much how things are going right now.