So, as promised, here is my first of several Christmas posts. The following photos are the only ones I have with me as we drive up to Michigan to see Benjamin's Aunt Rachel, Uncle Aaron and cousins Asher, Eden and Levi. We have been stuck in traffic, so I have all the time in the world!
Jeremy and I got Benjamin a red chair for his Christmas present, and he loves it. His favorite thing to do is climb on it, so we have had a few boo boos from falling off. But, he also likes to sit in it and point the remote control at the television or hold onto the computer mouse. He is into mimicking us, and apparently we spend a lot of time with electronics!
We took the chair to Findlay with us, so he could have it on Christmas...and all weekend. Doesn't he look like such a big boy?
Benjamin is now 23 pounds and 30.5 inches tall. He has had his first hair cut... by me, so it isn't the best. He loves to babble, and he says Mama, Dada, Na (no), Nana, Pap, Daisy, hot, and bye-bye. He also says Ba a lot, and I am never sure if that means he is thirsty, or if he just likes the sound of it.
Benjamin is such a little stinker with endless energy, but he is so darn cute, it is impossible to get too annoyed with him. He has mastered the art of throwing dramatic temper tantrums, but they don't last too long and he usually finishes by laughing at his ridiculousness. He is good at fake laughing. He makes a booming "ha, ha, ha" noise, and then cracks up with real giggles at his joke. He loves to make us laugh, so if we do something he knows is aimed at making him laugh, he uses this laugh or a real one, depending on how funny we actually are.
His latest forms of protest are making himself a wiggle worm when we try to change his diaper, going stiff as a board when we put him in his car seat, fake coughing when he doesn't like something and throwing things. If he doesn't want to nap, this is the scene that unfolds on the weekends.
As mommy lies on the floor next to Benjamin's crib, demonstrating what proper sleeping looks like, she no sooner closes her eyes when a Taggie frog makes a thud just inches above her head. Cracking an eye, she looks to see a gleeful toddler standing at the railing. Her eye shuts rapidly, but not soon enough. His pleased shriek lets her know that was just the reaction he was looking for. Next to launch is the State Farm dog. Mom makes no move. It is quickly followed by the Taggie Blanket. Finally, a beanie Tigger lands on her face. She refuses to acknowledge his jumping up and down on the crib turned trampoline. His laughs turn to protests. He protests turn to unhappy short burst of angry wails. He throws himself down on to the crib, kicks his feet, and then springs back up to a standing position. He lands face first again in a frustrated huff. He sits up and protests. He lies back down. This repeats for several minutes until the room gets quiet except for the steady slurping of a pacifier. Both Mommy and Benjamin give in to exhaustion and nap side by side, one behind bars, the other on the hard floor. Then, Mommy wakes up with a stiff back and realizes an hour of prime cleaning and organizing opportunity has passed. But, as she looks down at a precious little booty sticking up in the air, one cheek pressed against the mattress, she would rather spend all day staring at that sweet face than get anything else accomplished ... especially when he wakes up with a giant grin on his face, ready for the next adventure.
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