Just when I think Sean or Ben can’t get anymore irresistably cute, they do. And I can’t help but wonder, “Does it never end?” And yet I know that realistically there has to be some kind of cuteness threshold where kids reach their maximum level of cuteness for their lifetime and parents stop having the urge to squeeze and pinch and kiss them to pieces every chance they get (after all, I really don’t think my parents have the urge to squeeze and pinch and kiss me every chance they get, although my dad does still have a tendency to play with my hair and squeal, “Ooh, just look at those curls!”). But when does that threshold exist–at age 5, 10, 15? Or maybe I don’t want to know, so I won’t be dreading the day as it draws near. Because right now I’m loving that my boys just keep getting cuter and cuter.
Sean has been totally cracking us up lately with things that he says and does. Good and bad, I have to admit that Chris and I think they’re all cute and we have a hard time not laughing when we’re not supposed to. The other day Sean did something to Ben that hurt him and after Chris disciplined Sean we told him to tell Ben “sorry.” So he looks at Ben, throws his hands up in the air and said, “yorry,” in a tone that suggested he was thinking, “I have no idea why they’re making me do this, but, whatever.”
And the last week or so he’s been having a hard time staying in bed after he’s been “tucked in” for his nap or bedtime. Twice at naptime I’ve heard him walking around the room playing with stuff, and after I have him get back in bed it’s then that he decides to tell me, “Diaper change!” Granted, both times he has had dirty diapers, but that obviously wasn’t top priority for getting out of bed–it just works as a handy excuse when Mom comes calling. And one night he got out of bed twice after being tucked in, and both times when I went in there he was in the process of “picking up.” Like he thought since he couldn’t go to sleep he might as well be productive. And what really cracks me up is that every single one of these times that I’ve gone into the room when he’s been out of bed, he’s looked up at me with a really sheepish look on his face and just waved at me. Too funny.
And Ben is just getting cuter the way that any growing baby does. He’s so adorably chubby and soft and squeezable, I could spend my time snuggling and pinching and kissing on him all day. And his little personality is absolutely adorable too. He requires very little to be stimulated, which means he not only startles easily, but he laughs easily too, which makes for all kinds of silliness for the whole family. He especially finds Sean funny. All Sean has to do is make a goofy face at him and Ben giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. It’s great fun.
And he seems to be forgetting that he’s only five months old. Already he cannot stand lying on his back just trying to roll over. He’s happiest when he’s propped up in a sitting position playing with his toys or whatever else he can get his hands on. Lying down and rolling over is for the birds (or dogs or cats…). I guess he figures he’s already tried that and realized it didn’t get him very far, so he might as well move on to bigger and better things. I’m just afraid he’s going to move a bit too quickly for my liking.
Trust me . . . the cuteness ends the first time one of them responds with a surly answer to a simple request, sometime around, oh, 13 or so. It’s all downhill from there. Happy trails!