Sunday, October 9, 2011


This weekend I felt a little like I was walking on eggshells, around Benett. He was on edge... cranky and disgruntled in general. The smallest thing would set him off, sending him on a 20 minute crying jag.

Good times.

I shouldn't be so surprised at his moodiness, after all we play that game of 'Put Benett Down to Sleep' for about 45 minutes in the middle of the day. It's a game of will and he always wins. After 45 minutes of him sneaking out of bed and us putting him back, we give up.

This little boy has a very specific idea of how thing should be. He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like, and unless there is sugar involved, attempts at persuasion are futile.

Although he's small, Benett isn't deterred by most things. I do love the determination that he has burning like a fire in his gut. Be it a big huge bale of hay that he "NEEDS" to climb or a step that's too high or a baseball to hit, Benett can do anything he sets his mind to.

I only wish he weren't so determined to not take a nap.

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