  My first born baby boy is two and a half years old now. I'll just get it out of the way and say that I don't know where the time went and that I get a little misty eyed when I look at pictures of him as a baby. He is just becoming such a child! Last night I was giving him his bath and couldn't believe the change in his legs. They are long and muscular, and have no more rolls or baby fat. They're still gorgeous, but different. I was proud and sad all at once. His language is developing every day too. I am constantly amazed at what he knows. Bennett at 2 and a half... - The biggest change for him recently is his new title as big brother. He kisses her and asks to hold her all the time. He also says her name so cute. "Clette." I know that sometimes he needs extra attention and to know he's still my baby right now. So I try to carve out as much special time for him as I can. - We still have our nightly story time. We began this when he was just days old, and I plan on keeping it going for as many years as he will allow it. We have this book and this book on repeat, with a few others mixed in. He knows and recites a few of the books with me and it is one of my favorite times of day. He usually interrupts the stories with several tight hugs around the neck, a few "love you's" and at the end he says "Night night. Eat dreams." No matter what kind of day we had, any trouble melts away in those final moments we say goodnight. - He loves trains, cars, play dough, construction vehicles, his playhouse, Legos, and art projects. We do a lot of painting and coloring around here. - Sometimes he will mention "Scary monsters!" Or he'll tell me when we're playing in his playhouse that we are "in the woods." He also made me "pie soup" in the playhouse this morning. When I touched he said, "No! Hot!" And I dropped it in feigned pain. A couple minutes later he kissed my hand and said "feener better." (Finger better) Imagination. Love when he gets really serious about something like this. - Recently he's been getting up in the morning and turning his own light on to begin playtime. When I come out and do my first sweep of the house, I'll see the light shining through the crack in the door. Then he usually peeks out and invites me to join the current activity. "Mom, show you." He's also done this a couple times at night though. Right after I tuck him in, I walk by and see the light on again and he's in there playing. Doing his best to make his own decisions. Benny Boy, you are my heart!  Comments are closed.
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