Tuesday, November 22, 2011


As each of the little people grows older and changes, I find myself trying to define them. It's like a process of mentally cataloging the differences... the changes... itemizing who they are today and how much they've grown, both physically and emotionally.

Benett was so young when Ellie came along, that he is truly suffering from "middle child syndrome." He seems to be in constant competition with his bigger brother, all the while trying to assert his authority over his little sister. That's a tricky place to be.

If I were to define his stage today, unfairly the thing that would come first to mind is his whining. It's rampant. It seems to be some sort of default form of communication... when all else breaks down, and he isn't able (or patient enough) to use his words, he whines.

He's a pro at it. He has the volume and the pitch just right. He's able to whine over din no matter how noisy the situation. He's impossible to ignore for any period of time. So committed to his craft, is he, that when he's in whining mode, he is impossible to reason with.

It's not fair to him to simply focus on that one talent... he has others as well.

He's got a great sense of humor.

He's persistent.

Benett is fantastic at play. I love watching him play... he becomes so engrossed that he pays little attention to what's going on around him.

And his lashes. They, Are. Amazing.
Now, you might be thinking that lashes aren't really a 'talent'... but in his case they are. Those long, chestnut colored lashes and the way he looks at me with those big brown eyes, are the only thing keeping him out of hot water half of the time. And that, my friends, is a talent indeed.

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