Ben is 8 months old
Ben turned 8 months old on January 1. I love 8 month Ben. I loved 7 month Ben and 6 month Ben, too, and all ages of Ben.
Ben is not crawling, but is close. And regardless, he covers a lot of area by rolling and scooting backward. He gets up on all fours and rocks, but then he either pushes himself backward or he lunges forward, diving for a toy or object. He wants to move so badly!
He is eating tons of solids and he demands we funnel the food in his mouth at lightening speed, or we will hear about it from him. This week he's had french toast, tons of pancakes, chicken noodle soup, green beans, mashed potatoes, mandarin oranges, and a few carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting (those are his favorite).
My favorite things about Ben:
--The way he laughs at his brother, Luke. He can't wait to see what Luke is up to each day. He watches him closely and smiles and giggles whenever Luke zips by.
--The way he sucks the two middle fingers on his left hand only. And the way he only sucks them when he is tired, keying me into what his needs are.
--The way he directs us to the window by reaching and diving for it when we get him out of his crib so that he can touch and feel and play with the window latches. They fascinate him.
--The way he reaches out his hand to touch my face when I am nursing him. He keeps touching it and feeling it, as though he wants to make sure I'm still there and not going to leave him.
--The way he lays his head on my chest or shoulder when he wants to stay in my arms instead of get held by someone else.
--They way he squeals with delight when the bath water gets turned on. He loves taking baths!
There are so many things to love about Benny. He is a snuggly, loving boy. He is a mama's boy. He is a blondie. He is getting stubborn and let's us know what he wants. He is laid back, too, laying in our arms for great lengths of time, just relaxing.
I love 8 month old Ben, but I know I will love 9 month old Ben even more. It's just sad to say goodbye to who Ben is now, in order to meet the new Ben. And so it goes with motherhood and parenting. They keep growing.
Ben is not crawling, but is close. And regardless, he covers a lot of area by rolling and scooting backward. He gets up on all fours and rocks, but then he either pushes himself backward or he lunges forward, diving for a toy or object. He wants to move so badly!
He is eating tons of solids and he demands we funnel the food in his mouth at lightening speed, or we will hear about it from him. This week he's had french toast, tons of pancakes, chicken noodle soup, green beans, mashed potatoes, mandarin oranges, and a few carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting (those are his favorite).
My favorite things about Ben:
--The way he laughs at his brother, Luke. He can't wait to see what Luke is up to each day. He watches him closely and smiles and giggles whenever Luke zips by.
--The way he sucks the two middle fingers on his left hand only. And the way he only sucks them when he is tired, keying me into what his needs are.
--The way he directs us to the window by reaching and diving for it when we get him out of his crib so that he can touch and feel and play with the window latches. They fascinate him.
--The way he reaches out his hand to touch my face when I am nursing him. He keeps touching it and feeling it, as though he wants to make sure I'm still there and not going to leave him.
--The way he lays his head on my chest or shoulder when he wants to stay in my arms instead of get held by someone else.
--They way he squeals with delight when the bath water gets turned on. He loves taking baths!
There are so many things to love about Benny. He is a snuggly, loving boy. He is a mama's boy. He is a blondie. He is getting stubborn and let's us know what he wants. He is laid back, too, laying in our arms for great lengths of time, just relaxing.
I love 8 month old Ben, but I know I will love 9 month old Ben even more. It's just sad to say goodbye to who Ben is now, in order to meet the new Ben. And so it goes with motherhood and parenting. They keep growing.
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