Over the last 2 weeks or so, you've morphed from this easy dream-of-a-child into a bit more of a challenge. I suppose it's just that your impending toddler-hood has started to rear its ugly head, and I'm not a fan. When we do something you don't like, you shout "NA NA NA" in protest. If you don't have what you want when you want it, you shriek at a pitch that sends chills down my spine. There's a lady that sat directly behind your high chair at a restaurant on Friday that I'm worried may have lost her hearing.
You certainly do have a mischievous side. There was a short period of time this month in which you would bite us and giggle as if it were a game. That ended quickly and I think you've moved past that. You've learned how to run, so if you know you're doing something that you shouldn't, and I catch your eye, you take off running in the opposite direction. You know exactly what you're doing. You still throw most fruits, veggies, sippy cups and anything that isn't cheese, meat or bread to the floor, though now that you only have a bottle in the morning and evening, your hunger is increasing and you've improved only slightly. It's so crazy to think that in a few weeks, we'll be putting the bottles away for good!
It would be wrong for me to tell you about all of the challenges, without telling you of how much there is to love about you! You're so cuddly and loving. You plant dozens and dozens of kisses on us a day. Sometimes you'll walk over to me and just tug on my pants until I'll lean over. And when I do, you'll kiss me and toddle away.
Your smile makes me happy, Ben. When you smile, the stress and frustration of this year melts away. When I pick you up and hug you, or just sit down to read a book with you, I feel like the most blessed mother in the world. I love hearing you say "Dack, Dack" to call your brother in the morning. I love the deep throaty chuckle that only your brother can seem to draw out of you.
Yes, you can be challenging. But there is no amount of challenge . . . no amount of stress . . . no amount of disobedience or anything else that could make me love you less.