In the last month, it seems that your legs have doubled in length. You've always been such a stocky kid that hearing someone refer to you as "lanky" the other day took me by surprise. But when I took a good look at Daddy holding you up for a hug the other day, I realized it's true. I blinked and you changed from chubby to stocky to lanky. Your toddler look is all gone now, completely replaced by "little boy." Words you used to pronounce incorrectly are slowly decreasing in number. "Nanna" has become banana and "pewter" computer. I'm hoping to catch the way you say Quik Trip on video before that changes, too. I know the adorable "twip tip" won't last much longer.
What has resurfaced recently is calling me "Momma" instead of "Mommy." I have a feeling it's due to your brother's birth and it's a regression I selfishly hope lasts for a while longer.
You've recently learned that the word "may" is a polite word and you use it often when we prompt you with "How do you ask politely?" My favorite is when you use it incorrectly though, trying so hard on your own to be polite. Just this morning you said, "May you open the fridge please, Momma?" It really takes the cuteness of being polite over the edge.
I've also noticed just how innately "boy" you are recently. Though we've never allowed you to play with toy guns or other toy weapons, sticks instinctively become swords and a sandwich with bites taken out of it is imagined to be a "gunner." You want to "shoot the bad guys" and "lock them in a cage/jail" no matter how many times we say "guns are not toys" and "we don't shoot people." I think it's just something I'll have to get used to as the mother of boys. It's probably good that Daddy hunts so you'll learn to respect weapons instead of only seeing them on TV and movies.
I have so enjoyed the extra time I'm getting with you this summer. I know I'll never get this opportunity again so I'm filling up on all the extra snuggles, hugs, kisses and chasing games now. Though some days I wonder how the hell stay-at-home moms do it, "Momma, will you play with me?" is my favorite phrase of yours right now and I'm trying my hardest to answer "yes" every time you ask.
I can't wait to see what you're up to next, buddy.
I love you more,
Momma (formerly known as Mommy)
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| Checking out the Dino exhibit at Crown Center. |
Bennett,
You, my little man, are so, so fun. You're such a happy baby. Giggly, bouncy, smiley...all of those describe you perfectly. Though you do still have the occasional fussy day, your general mood is happy unless you're hungry or tired. Before we left for vacation, you'd slept straight through the night (8-5-ish) four nights in a row. Vacation ruined your streak of course, but I'm hoping you'll return to those blissful nights soon. You only wake up once right now so I really shouldn't complain, but man was it awesome to get a full night's sleep that many days in a row!
We got your first real giggle on vacation. Gavin and I were being silly in the car and you thought we were hilarious. We've had a couple more since then but you're pretty stingy with your laughs so far. I have discovered tickling you brings them out so I plan to torture you with tickles often. I apologize in advance.
We can no longer trust you in a bouncy chair or swing without strapping you in. You try to sit up every time you're in a reclined position and you're getting pretty good at it. You're so strong for your age that people are often surprised when I tell them you're only three months old. Your size might have a little something to do with that, too. :)
Though "Doc" is still a nickname we use for you, "Mr. Bennett" and "Benny Boo" have surpassed it in usage. It's especially adorable to hear your brother call you "Benny Boo" in his most soothing, sing-song voice when you're upset.
I think I'll have to give in and get your hair cut soon. Your baby mullet is getting obscenely long and because you've lost some in the middle, the hair on the top of your head makes you look a bit Donald Trump-ish. Plus, Grandma Clifford is itching to get her scissors out.
You're still quite the talker, cooing and babbling and "ah-oooing" constantly. You're quite the conversationalist, it's just going to take us a few months to understand what you're going on about.
Every day I find something new to love about you. I am so very glad I decided to spend this extra time with you on maternity leave.
I love you more,
Momma
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| Sporting your "Baby Doc" shirt and cooing at the animal friends on your swing. |
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