I think you are tired of this baby stuff. All you want to do is be a big boy. You watch your sister and her friends run around and play and jump and you wish you could do the same. Every time Eve starts jumping you bend your little legs and try to copy, but it doesn't quite work so your dad and I lift you up like you are actually doing the jumping yourself. You laugh and laugh and Eve really enjoys it too. You want to stand all the time and instead of walking you just lean to where you want to go and don't realize you have to move your feet. Hopefully you'll figure it out soon, but until then we'll all just keep pretending you're a bigger boy than you really are.
Grama and Erin have decided to make you look like a little Dutch boy for her wedding wearing black shorts with suspenders and a pink T-shirt. I'm sure you'll look like a pimp.
Of course that's not by choice, but because your sister wouldn't let grama have any Ben time while she was here. Whenever grama held you, your sister would find a reason that she needed grama and try to lure her away from you. You've been wanting to stand full time and get very frustrated that you can't get anywhere on your own. You've had a few long days in the stroller, but don't seem to mind as long as it's moving. You aren't sleeping very well, but still have a cheerful smile on your face almost all the time. You were happy to see dad when he returned from London after a week away. You smiled and reached out to grab his face. You've also been much more vocal and have even added a few more sounds other than baba to your conversations. One of your favorite things to do is sit in Eve's room by yourself and play with whatever toys you want. That's probably because Eve is constantly touching and hugging and kissing you. You also really love bath time and rubber duckies.
Sorry to tell you but aunt Erin has decided that you have to wear pink to her wedding. She is making all the big boys wear pink and you as well. She has picked out a black shorts with suspenders outfit to wear over a pink outfit for you. You'll look like a little dutch boy, and we'll have pictures to laugh about for a long time. Eve tries to get you into pink all the time anyway, so you know she'll be happy that day!
It looks like we may have a tooth in the near future, so I'll keep you posted about that. Love you little man.
This may be one of those things that you look back on and say mom why did you write that, but this is what is going on. You have started eating solids now and can't get enough. You really love your rice cereal and would keep eating it if it were offered. Unfortunately, rice cereal has a bad way of clogging up the pipes and making you a cranky boy. I have found that you like prunes well enough that I can keep feeding them to you in order to keep you smiling. It was a rough few days of trying to remedy the situation, but I think we have found something that works for us.
You've developed a new love of being outside at the park watching the older kids run around screaming. I don't think it will be long before you are jogging alongside them. Eve and I spent a while watching you throw yourself forward repeatedly this morning on my bed and just wondering what comes next. Eve thought it was hilarious that every time I would sit you upright you would immediately throw yourself forward again.
Now if we could just get you to sleep a little longer at night!
I think you are tired of this baby stuff. All you want to do is be a big boy. You watch your sister and her friends run around and play and jump and you wish you could do the same. Every time Eve starts jumping you bend your little legs and try to copy, but it doesn't quite work so your dad and I lift you up like you are actually doing the jumping yourself. You laugh and laugh and Eve really enjoys it too. You want to stand all the time and instead of walking you just lean to where you want to go and don't realize you have to move your feet. Hopefully you'll figure it out soon, but until then we'll all just keep pretending you're a bigger boy than you really are.
