Nearly every day Benny wakes up with an enormous smile. His smile lights his entire face up, and fills the room with joy.
This morning was not one of those days. Benny is seven months old, and this morning he had a wet diaper and a stuffy nose. My husband took him into the living room so I could sleep in for a few more hours. (And yes, I do know how lucky I am)
After my husband left for work and returned Benny to me I nursed and cuddled with him until the handyman arrived and rang the doorbell. My older son, home with strep throat, jumped into the room with a baseball bat to defend our home from the intruder.
After talking him into putting the bat aside, I answered the door and set Benny down on his play-mat in the living room so that I could talk to the handyman.
When I returned he had rolled over onto his stomach and was happily scooting around on his belly like a lizard.
He is always quite proud of himself when he manages to get anywhere like this. Getting to this point has taken some hard work, and we are pretty proud of him too.
I picked him up and sat down with a few books. The first book had little flaps hiding various body parts like toes under boots. Benny is still getting the hang of using his hands, but he was able to open and shut a few flaps, possibly even on purpose.
Next we read a book about bears. We are teaching Benny to sign, so I practiced all the signs I know as I read the book to him.
Later on I sat him in his high chair and fed him some smooshed up peas and avocado. It was his first time tasting peas and he was a fan.
Eventually he had a nap while I played with my older son who had way too much energy for a sick 11 year old.
Juggling both boys was tiring, and by the end of the day I was grateful to have the chance to sit down and write this post.