Lately, Ben has been a total Daddy's boy. Ryan's home office is the second living room in our house. There isn't a door to close, so anytime I have to take Ben into his room or I'm putting up laundry or something, we can see Daddy. Ben also knows when he is working at home and will try to bolt down the hallway before I notice or just stand at the baby gate and fuss. He lights up more than ever when he sees Ryan and will try to jump out of my arms. Today, I have been happy about that because he has been refusing naps which means lots of fussing. But, he's supposed to like me best, right? Ha!
Ben is getting louder and louder. I remember saying to Ryan about a week ago, "he doesn't really bang his toys together." It was the very next day and he had turned all the tupperware into drums and was banging like a rock star. And he hasn't stopped. He also exercises his lungs regularly. He isn't being mean (at least not all the time) but he just lets out these very loud hollers. I don't even know how to describe it. Our women's bible study is full of young children and last week I was leading and Ben was so loud that I could barely keep my voice loud enough to be heard over him. He was just playing with the other kids, but whew.
Ryan almost never splurges for a more expensive item if there is something comparable for a lesser price (and neither do I), but he thought Ben just needed this $9 cup from Babies R Us. So, of course I made the trek across town to get it for my only son! Isn't he so cute? Now, we have to protect it with our lives though and not leave it somewhere like I already have with two other sippy cups.
This is a new trick in the last few days. He carries his toys and our rubber coasters around in his mouth. Seriously, ruff ruff, Ben!
He is also becoming more and more of a joy lately since he is so much more independent and has such a sweet personality. I find myself just laughing at him sometimes (like when I first saw him carrying the coaster in his mouth) and just marveling at how brilliant he is. When we ask him "where are your toys" or "are you hungry" he goes straight to his toys or highchair (respectively). All these things are fun, but they make me miss that little bundle that would snuggle with me.
My little baby isn't a baby anymore. He is heavy and hard on the back and super mobile and wearing big boy clothes and on and on. I don't really miss that crying newborn that was so difficult to figure out at times, but my big boy doesn't need me so much anymore. There is still one thing that reminds me of when he was little. Whenever he is sleeping, he will tuck his legs up and his arms in while I settle him before putting him in his crib. I just love it.
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