As time passed on, he became more wiggly and discontented. He leaned over my legs, waiting for me to pick him up. I picked him up, but he wiggled right out of my arms again; clearly, my lap was not as fun as he thought.
We repeated this process for the next twenty minutes. Wiggle. Fuss. Pick up. Squirm away. Repeat. I tried to continue my oh-so-important internet browsing over his wriggling baby legs.
A few minutes later, I realized that he was in my arms again. I almost didn't notice, because all the wiggles were gone. He was just quietly sucking his thumb and watching me click on link after link.
I knew I couldn't let this moment go. Everything was so quiet. The house was silent. The neighbors' dog stopped barking. And my son, who was so impatient and busy a moment ago, was gently falling asleep in my arms. This rarely happens these days.
Cheeky little bugger.
He's stolen my heart yet again.