It’s hard to believe that Bennett is as old as I was pregnant. What I mean is, ya know, I was pregnant for nine months and now he IS nine months.
This has given me pause.
Pause with me, will you?
*pausing some more*
Good golly it’s just a miracle! All the way around, just an enormous miracle. In every way, my heart is completely stolen, utterly smitten with this little guy and the ways in which he is growing.
So what did Bennett’s nine month birthday look like? Well, it looked like me teetering on a kitchen chair to get the perfect shot of Bennett below, charting his growth next to the Sunday Comics. It looked like changing him into the elephant overalls that his Uncle Joey and Aunt Caitlin got him for Christmas. (At the time, I thought they were huge and that Bennett wouldn’t fit them for decades! Well, he sure does fit them. And, upon further inspection, those elephants appear to be ‘pig’lephants.) It looked like nursing in the very, very way back of church, behind a curtain. (The usual.) It looked like napping all scrunched up with that poofy diaper butt risen above his folded legs. It looked like a little leftover fussiness from the exhausting day we had prior to this one, chasing a fever round and round. It looked like cantaloupe, rice, melon and sweet potato. It looked like his cousin Sophia’s first birthday party. It looked like bath time and story time with Daddy.
It looked humble, average and perfect.