I wrote this about 2 weeks ago.... forgive me for not publishing until now.

You are ever so sure of yourself crawling. In fact, you prefer to crawl. When I try to walk with you, you just push me away and get on the ground and crawl. You can get there much faster that way apparently and you know it. You have the cutest peg-leg crawl. Your right knee doesn't touch the ground, yet you push yourself forward perfectly.

You are still a rockstar sleeper when you are at home. You're like clockwork. Down at 7pm-ish and up at 7:02am. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
That's not to say that you aren't thrown off when we travel. We got to experience Lake Tahoe in your last month and I got to experience walking to Nevada at 6am. That's because you decided to wake up at 5:30am and we were with a whole bunch of other people. So you and I and our new handy backpack made the trek down to the local Starbucks and over the Nevada line. We went to another state and back by 7am! I have to say.... it was actually pretty cool and you were a happy baby once we were out and about.
I'm pretty sure I end my letters with my adoring love for you but I can't help it. You teach me so much every day, baby boy. You teach me to have fun. You teach me to laugh and go with the flow. You teach me a love even greater than I could have ever imagined.
I love you.
Mama