Monday, March 30, 2009
A mystery...
JB loves his blue blanket that he's had since he was a baby and now he's 6. He keeps telling me he loves his blanket because "it smells so good" and "it smells sweeter than honey" (he actually said that). Then he has me smell it and I want to upchuck (maybe it's the pregnancy). I'm glad he loves it and that the smell of it "makes him drowsy", but it is a mystery to me how it can smell so good to him and so funky to me. I wonder if he'd still smell the wonderful smell if I washed it...which happens about only once or twice a year. He never sucked his thumb or fingers, and he quit the pacifier when he was 6 months old, so I guess he can have his "sweet-smelling" blanket!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Benaiah in Bed
Every morning Benaiah would rather stay in his bed and play rather than me getting him up. Sometimes he even calls me, then just wants to stay and play when I get in there. He plays peek-a-boo with his stuffed animals or points to their body parts as I name them. Usually it is a task lifting him out of his crib because he's not standing up or reaching for me, it's like lifting out a dead (but cute) weight.
Sweetly, sometimes when Max and/or I want to sleep in in the morning, Gloria and JB will entertain him in his bed. Gloria started it when she would "read" him books while he stays in his crib and she sits in the glider and shows him pictures, telling him the story.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Relaxing/Playing at the Creek
Cups
Monday, March 09, 2009
A very little bit 'o gardening
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Enough Bubbles??
What a mess!
If Benaiah could talk in full sentences that's what he would say when getting out of his crib and seeing the snow. I'm sure he doesn't remember snow and certainly doesn't recognize it in AL, plus he is such an organized baby, who doesn't seem to like mess or things out of place (I could use this to my advantage).
So, I got him up on Sunday morning when the ground and trees and deck were covered with snow and it was still coming down. I had predicted to Max before I got him up that he would say "oooooh" (his favorite word). Instead I got him up and he said "uh oh!" (his other favorite word) upon looking out the window. It was almost as though he was thinking "who's going to clean up that mess?!"
So, I got him up on Sunday morning when the ground and trees and deck were covered with snow and it was still coming down. I had predicted to Max before I got him up that he would say "oooooh" (his favorite word). Instead I got him up and he said "uh oh!" (his other favorite word) upon looking out the window. It was almost as though he was thinking "who's going to clean up that mess?!"
Monday, March 02, 2009
Short-lived, but pretty snow
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