My Big Boy

Looking through previous posts on my blog, I've come to the realization that I really haven't been documenting my baby's life, and the next time I blink, he's going to be all grown up. Therefore, I've decided to change my take on this blog, and dedicate it to Blaine and keeping everyone updated on him (because let's face it, Ben and I are not very interesting).

This past weekend Ben was sweet enough to send me on a girls cruise, that was the best think possible, and helped me to realize that I'm still alive (not half-dead, going through the motions of a mother and a wife). When I would see other kids on the cruise, I would laugh to see them exhibit some of the same behaviors as Blaine. Here are some of the fun things Blaine has been doing lately:

- Every time the doorbell rings, Blaine runs to get it, screaming jibberish the whole way. He's always so excited to see whoever is there, and is just positive that they are here to see him. He also insists on taking my phone from me and talking to whoever is on the other end (this especially happens when I'm in the middle of an in-depth conversation).

- Blaine loves his Dada more than anything in the world (sadly more than he loves me). The first thing he does when I get him up in the morning is to run into our bedroom to see if Ben is in bed. On the mornings that Ben goes to school a little later, Blaine has enormous bread downs as Ben leaves. I'm not really sure what to do about this. We've tried having Ben sneak out the door, but I read that they're supposed to say goodbye so that the child doesn't think he just going to disappear any second, and he learns to understand that they are coming back. Either way, it's a tramatic scene in our house.

- Last night Ben taught Blaine to throw the football (the mini football) with one hand. We're pretty sure he's going to be a lefty, he tends to do most things with his left hand. He was so proud of himself each time he threw it and then he'd run up to us and grad the football like he had caught it.

- He decides when he's ready for a snack and goes to the cupboard and grabs something. He comes running to us repeatedly saying, "pease, pease". Usually he brings a bag of cookies or candy and we have to tell him to go find something else.

- It's so fun to watch him start to process and understand what we say to him. When we tell him to throw something away, he will. He looks for his juice when we ask him where it is.

- He tells on himself when he does something naughty. He knows he's not supposed to play in the dog food and water. I'll come in the room and see him staring intently at the dog food, he'll look at me and point to the food saying, "no, no". When he spills his snacks, it's usually followed by an "uh oh", and then a "no, no", as he begins picking it up.

- Blaine loves to throw dirt and rocks. There have been many days where I have to change him several times because he's covered in dirt. In nursery they call him the manly man because of what a boy he is.

- He loves Toy Story. Anytime you mention Toy Story he comes running and yelling "toy tory, toy tory". I want him to love Woody because I like Woody, but he seems partial to Buzz. So much for forcing my opinions on him...

I love this guy, and I love how much his Dada loves him. There's nothing better than watching the love between a father and a son.