Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I have no idea how we're here. I have no idea how we traversed from the land of baby loss to the land of life with a little boy who has opinions, personality and a stubborn/sweet heart. Sixteen months is so big. So close to eighteen months, which is a year and a half, which means we'll be closing in on two before we know it. We should be closing in on three with our little girl. I can't believe I should have a two and a half year old.
Bennett likes music, dancing and coloring.
He is in love with the moon.
All day every day it's "No toys on the window." "No blocks on the window." "Don't use the dog as a step stool!"
All day every day it's "I love you." "Oh, you crack me up!" "Hey, you're cute!" "I think you're a genius."
Bennett talks all the time, but I don't know what he's saying. He gets what he wants via pointing and noises. He does have words, this and that being the most common. Mama has become super clear lately, which I just love. Everything is "hot" with a silent t and outstretched hand. Somehow he has come to associate hot with everything he is not supposed to touch. His latest thing is to say, "Hi," or, if something surprises him, to make his mouth into an 'o' and say, "ohhhhh." He babbles nonstop. It's nice to have a voice in the background all day.
When he gets frustrated he throws his toys, gets a little angry. That, unfortunately, is from my genes. I don't handle frustration well.
He still favors his left hand.
He's my baby. My living child. A small, energetic, happy baby who likes to play games that make me laugh. Sometimes when I look at him I think, "hey, your life is wonderful. You love waking up every day. You love being alive." I know I can't protect him from everything, but I want him to hold onto that simple joy of being alive.
I have to share one itty bitty baby picture. I just can't help myself.