It’s been some time since either of us posted on our blog. I felt this video best summarizes Bennett’s development since we last wrote.
Please note, Bennett received his Elizabethan training at the vaunted Mary Castle Early Learning Center.
Greg and I told Bennett that he would be a big brother in July. Here’s a video we took of him reacting to the news. OK, we admit, it was mostly creative editing, but it’s still pretty funny.
It has been a blessed year. Happy Holidays from the Lawrences!!!
Marta said we haven’t posted in a while here. I reminded her that this is her blog about B. I was only a guest or featured writer. But it has been a month since anyone wrote anything. We should remedy that.
It’s the Holidays, the Pagan underpinnings with the other religions of the world frosting over it. I like this time of year. It goes too fast, when it’s over you want it back, and you don’t want to take down eveything you just put up a month ago.
This is really the first year B will probably really like getting up and seeing what Santa dropped off. That we’ll instill some traditions as a family. Marta and I were talking about this the other day too. We don’t want to neglect the parts of the holiday that make one reflect on how blessed we are, how grateful we should be, how special it is to be with one another. All this when many can’t say that. So we’re beginning to not focus on the ‘getting of stuff’ for Christmas, to appreciate what we have, and to give to those who aren’t as fortunate. It’ll be a start. Everyone knows a 1 year old 1) does not like to share 2) will throw a tantrum 3) can be as stubborn as a mule. Couple in our personalities into a diminutive person and you have a recipe for many teaching moments. For those characteristics we hope the groundwork holds fast to him and that he anticipates the Holidays for those things, not for the stuff under the tree.
As I look at my pair of pants that I thought were clean – and they probably were – that have a line of mucous near the kneecaps – I wonder when we will ever have uninterrupted sleep again.
At one point on Saturday, Mr. Croup watched as both of us accidentally closed our eyes. In that small cat nap while Elmo and his World talked about the sky, I actually dreamt of watching sesame Street and having a new cell phone. That I knew the cell phone wasn’t mine was the reason I woke up, made myself wake up, because I knew it was wrong. While his barking cough kept us worried again, he was quietly engrossed in the land of monster muppets and Dorothy the gold-fish. Maybe in his head he knew that Mom and Dad were tired and that he’ll be quiet for a little bit.
When we reminisce fondly of nights that last longer than 5 hours in blissful oblivion it is long overdue. So to my lovely boy, Major Tom, I may, many years from now, call you when your my age, at around 4 am, just to let you know I’m thinking about you.
He takes his hat and mittens off and puts them in his cubby. He moves to take his coat off and asks me for help. Soon as it’s off he puts it with the hat and mittens and runs over to play. I go to the doorway and step out into the hall. I say goodbye to him and he waves back. He goes back and I head out the door.
Over the weekend Greg, Bennett and I visited our family in Michigan. It was the first time Bennett was big enough to run around the land at his great-grandma and late great-grandpa’s house. Bennett is named for his great-grandpa Patrick (Bennett Patrick) who died when I was pregnant with him. Greg has really fond memories of visiting his grandparents and fishing with his grandpa. It was special to see him show Bennett the places he loved as a kid and it was a lot of fun to watch Bennett play with HIS Grandpa Lawrence.
As an aside, I LOVE this photo: