Yesterday I got to do something I never get to do.
Spend alone time with Benjamin, my 19th month old.
He’s 3rd in line among the men in my house. By nature he’s a bruiser. He’s rough and tough. Funny. Energetic. And loves, loves, loves chasing his brothers.
Yesterday my mother and father took William and Alexander to their house for dinner. So it was Benjamin and Henry with me at home. Henry had fallen asleep, and for the first time and in a long, long time… it was just Benjamin and me.
And it was special.
We ate dinner together. We read books. We colored. We played with his toys. And he took a gigantic bubble bath. Which he loved because I wasn’t rushing him in and out and worrying about his brothers getting a “tub,” too.
It was a nice night. He actually fell asleep on my lap while we watched Dora. I never get that much alone time with the boys. At least not as much as I would like. It was wonderful being able to give 100% of my attention to just Benjamin. That very rarely happens with 4 little men running around this house.
He was my baby again. My 19 month old baby.
And something must have clicked…
Because this morning as I was getting the boys ready for school and feeding Henry… the living room became a little too quiet. I walked in to find this…