Bunny. Rabbit. Squish. Ben. Benni. Benjamin. Baba. Bunny-face. My baby. These are all names that you're called with much love and affection. Nothing makes me happier than how loved you are right now. There is a lot that I need to tell you one day. Things haven't been perfect. I guess there is a lot that you don't know and understand right now. Complicated, silly grown-up stuff. Something I always wanted was to love you with my whole heart regardless of the world. I knew that the rest would fall in to place over time and it has.
You're growing up and up right now. You're at this 'not really a baby, not really a toddler' phase. You're really just... Oh I don't know. Being adorable all over the house. Hard. Like, you will just walk in a room, point at something of no importance and burst out laughing. You love music. Your bottle. Books. Teddies. No seriously, I have never seen a kid that loves teddies as much as you do. You spend hours hugging, kissing, swaddling and chatting to your stuffed animals. You love balls. Num-nums. If I open any sort of noisy shiny packet at home, you come RUNNING (sounds like galloping on wooden floors) and you give me the softest, biggest -most helpless small-animal eyes and inquire: "Num-num?".
Man alive you are adorable. And handsome. And kind and nice. Here are some pictures of you lately, just doing 'Ben-stuff'.
Man alive you are adorable. And handsome. And kind and nice. Here are some pictures of you lately, just doing 'Ben-stuff'.
