Mighty Mighty Benjamite: Month Nine

April 16, 2007


Dear Benjamin,

Last month I wrote about how you were desperately trying to crawl, but with no success. Well, I’m guessing as a big “I’ll show YOU who ain’t crawlin’!” move, you decided the very next day to get moving. And you haven’t stopped yet.

Once you got your cute little diaper tushie moving, all we ever saw of you was you crawling into the distance. Oh, for awhile you continued to be amused by your room and your toys. You’d crawl from wall to wall and toy to toy cheerfully investigating everything but then (THEN!) you discovered that your legs could take you OUT OF YOUR ROOM.

And off you went. Straight into your sister’s room.

Screw this!  I'm outta here.

Gates have been put up to try to corral your exuberant crawling. The dog is not amused. But there have been a few times that I just know she is thanking the sweet Lord that you are on one side of the gate and she on another.

Within two weeks of you deciding to master the Crawling, you moved immediately onto the Reaching and the Pulling Up. Horizontal is so last month. Daddy let you crawl in the bathroom one day when I was in the tub attempting to relax and you reached up and peered over the tub. You have been completely fixated on The Water ever since.

You are pulling up to standing on everything you can get your chubby little hands on – but you can’t seem to maintain The Standing which, a few times, has led to The Crashing and The Crying.

Moments before I fell on my ass

Because you are still be attacked by the hateful Teething Monster, you aren’t sleeping through the night as well as you had been, but you’re trying. When you do wake up, usually around 3:30am (OMG), Daddy and I grab a bottle and slam it in your mouth so you’ll go back to sleep. Not a good plan, but we’ve decided we’ll wait a few more weeks to let your teething calm down before we break that awful habit we’re enforcing.

The cutest part of the whole middle of the night feeding thing is when I’m burping you and you look over to Daddy to hold his hand. You reach your little hand out and pat the pillow which is his signal to hold your hand. You both grin until you all are too tired to be cute any longer and I put you back in your crib for the rest of the night.

You have eight (JESUS!) teeth now and are staring down a hamburger as if you are willing it to jump in your mouth. You still have no interest in peas or anything green and have now decided that corn is the work of the devil. You are, however, kinda digging spaghetti baby food in a jar and I’m hoping that means you are getting used to “real” food textures so we can soon lose the baby food jar and move on to the cooler stuff. Like ice cream.


You are laughing and babbling and so much fun. Tomorrow we take you to the doctor for your nine month check up where I’m sure he will tell us you are in the gagillionth percentile for height and I will forget to ask 900 questions. I’d like to apologize in advance for the Stabbing that will take place tomorrow in the form of shots, but, that’s the sucky part about being a kid. Try not to break any nurses’ hearts tomorrow, okay?

Preppy Portrait

Thanks for all the smiles and full on belly laughs you have given us this month – you have no idea how much we’ve needed them – or how much we love you.

Month Nine. Done.



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4 Responses to “Mighty Mighty Benjamite: Month Nine”

  1. JanB Says:

    Too cute for words.

  2. Moira Says:

    He is just too cute.. and where did you get that shirt?

  3. Stephanie Says:

    Ack! That last picture is too adorable!

  4. dee Says:

    Ack! My feed reader hasn’t picked up your last couple of posts and I missed this! That last pic of Benjamite is so awesome!