Dear 10 Month Old Bennett

Dear Bennett,

Baby, you’re ten months old now.  In the last couple of days, you’ve gotten a little gutsy, taking an unassisted step here and there.  You can do it!

But I sure wish that nose of yours would dry up.  You’ve inherited my blazing intolerance for “nose handling.”  Seriously, I’m being as gentle as I can, buddy.  But ain’t nobody gonna get those snotties like Mommy.  Trust me, you’ll feel better when I’m done.

In the meantime, we’re gonna distract you with your favorite VeggieTales book.  Just two nights ago, I noticed that when you push the book’s button, you can finally anticipate the ending of the song.  You used to press the button five times while it was still playing.  Now, however, you come back to the button just as it’s finishing playing and press it again.  Why?  Because you’re a budding genius.  I am so proud of you.


P1190043Yesterday morning, we had our monthly photo shoot on your great-great grandmother’s crocheted blanket and laying beside the Sunday Comics.  Determined to get a decent shot, I resorted to busting out the battery-operated, colorful noise machine.  This is getting trickier.

Speaking of tricky…  You know, there’s this holiday, Halloween, that’s coming up.  Seriously, babe, it’s my least favorite holiday.  While I’m perfectly pleased to tell you that there are only 118 days left until Christmas, as far as Halloween goes, my heart is quite unsettled about the whole thing.  I’ve been asking a few friends and clients here and there for some advice and perspective.  While I in NO way am comfortable glorifying death and darkness, and while I’m incredibly uncomfortable with the extremes to which some people celebrate Halloween (cults, sacrifices, demon possession, etc.), I cannot deny that I loved trick-or-treating as a child.  You’ve got a momma who appreciates creativity, changing my look from one day to the next and who enjoys a costume from time to time.  Still uncertain as to what our family participation will look like during future Halloweens, I just want you to know that 1) it’s on my radar and 2) I love you very much.

But that last one is the most important.

Raspberry kisses,




  1. August 29, 2013

    Love the video!!! I also noticed he might be taking after his Great Great Grandmother and be left-handed … or definitely ambidextrous ? 🙂 Great way for him to multi-task in this tech savvy world of ours today.

    The majority of what you get going door to door is unhealthy junk … since your focus is on eating and being healthy, making his own baby food, etc … just get the costumes and let him wear them to greet people who come to the house and hand out something healthy. Then scoop up some other costumes that go on sale for him to play in and “act out” stories. 🙂 I’ll be glad to add to the costume box. 🙂

  2. August 29, 2013

    Woot woot for lefties! Yeah I have gone back and fourth on that one two. I go with the whole harvest party thing. It doesn’t have to be on Halloween. A day filled with Fall activities and dressing up.

  3. August 29, 2013

    By this age we were certain Darian was a lefty. He presented early and very strongly, plus we were watching for it since Adam’s a lefty.

  4. August 29, 2013

    What a great video. Big smile here. Love his steps. Your boy gets where he wants to go with minimal effort!

  5. August 29, 2013

    Golly he’s a cutie! Adorable. I wonder if he was singing along with the book.
    Thinking the days next to the comics are about over.

  6. September 2, 2013
    Aunt Manny

    Oh Squish, you are the cutest thing in my world with that sweet little laughter. You melt my heart. I love you!

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