The Floating Arm

Today a friend of mine mentioned that William looks more like a toddler than a baby which made me gasp. I mean what's next? Will he look like he's headed off to college when he starts preschool? But I understand her sentiment. My baby is growing up. He's almost 8 months old; a happy, active, bouncy, TALKATIVE baby!
I bet you are wondering what all this has to do with a floating arm. Well, it reminded me that soon (too soon or not soon enough, I am not sure) I'll be weaning William from nursing and I don't want to forget this special time. The time of the floating arm.
When William nurses, he has one arm trapped between our bodies. His other arm kind of floats around aimlessly and delicately. Sometime it rests on my arm and gently strokes. Sometimes it pats his hair. Occasionally it tugs his ear. Often it drifts up to my face so I can kiss each finger one by one. It has also been known to rub his blankie against his face. But in every movement the arm is languid, relaxed and gentle. It constantly makes me smile. And that is the floating arm!

(I don't have any pictures of the floating arm, but I do have new pictures of William below.)