Benjamin at One Year Old

It won't be long before our one year old figures out how to open his safety gate.

It won't be long before our one year old figures out how to open his safety gate.

For the past three weeks, since Benjamin officially turned one year old, he has been keeping us busy with his burgeoning personality, strong will, and exploratory missions around the house. The best way to explain who Benjamin is at this age is to give you glimpses into his daily routine. Like me, he is all about structure and knowing what to expect from his days. At 12 months, Benjamin weighs 18 lbs. and is 29 1/8 inches tall. That puts him in the 3% for weight, and 25-50% for height. He’s still our tall, skinny boy! Here’s a detailed look at his daily life, complete with his likes, dislikes, and glimpses of his personality.

Waking Up Time:

Benjamin usually wakes up around 8 a.m. Our first clue that he is awakening is a soft sort of “mmmm” over the monitor. If he is well-rested, this soon turns into happy chatter, but if he had a fitful night, it may lead to quiet crying which eventually lulls him back to sleep for a few minutes. When he’s happy, he can entertain himself in the crib for quite awhile, giving me time to get a few things done before I start my day with him. When he’s ready for me to come get him, he sweetly says, “Mama. Mama. Mama…,” over and over again. When I open the door, I find him standing and jumping up and down at the end of his crib closest to the door, and I’m rewarded for my entrance with a sweet smile.

Bottle Time:

Benjamin has made it known that he is not interested in drinking his milk from a sippy cup yet, much less in drinking cold milk. So, although he is very much a toddler while he is playing, when it comes to drinking his milk, he is still very much a baby. I serve him his milk in a bottle, I heat it in the bottle warmer (although I have managed to get him used to slightly cooler than room temperature milk now), and I hold the bottle for him – he’s still not interested in holding the bottle himself. I don’t mind pampering him in these ways. It has made the transition from breastfeeding to bottle feeding easier on me. I still get to cuddle with him on the sofa. While I’m doing all the hard work of holding the bottle, Benjamin enjoys playing with his feet, reaching out to touch Chloe’s fur (she’s usually lounging on the sofa next to us), or sticking his fingers in my mouth and laughing when I pretend to gobble them up. We enjoy these milk-drinking times together 4 or 5 times a day (breakfast, lunch, dinner, bedtime, and sometimes an afternoon snack). I suppose in the coming weeks I will gradually introduce the sippy cup as a replacement for the bottle, but as long as he isn’t drinking from a bottle when he’s a pre-schooler, I’m not in too big a rush.

Meal Time:

We always start Benjamin’s meals with a bottle of milk in the living room, but once he’s finished drinking, I put him in his high chair for the food portion. Breakfast almost always includes oatmeal, accompanied by either yogurt or fruit. At lunch he has a vegetable and a fruit. His afternoon snack varies from fruit to corn puffs to fresh avocado. And dinner includes a baby food entree (meat, veggies, and pasta/rice) and some fruit. There is always an entertainment aspect to meal time. Sometimes that involves me singing and making a fool of myself. Other times I turn on Seinfeld and laugh a lot at the jokes while Benjamin laughs at me for laughing (or at Elaine just for appearing on the screen – for some reason he finds her very amusing). Ever since Benjamin’s birthday party, his birthday balloon has been attached to his high chair, so sometimes he plays with that in between bites of food. So far, he doesn’t make a huge mess with his food. Maybe that’s because I keep a washcloth nearby, or maybe it’s because he’s not feeding himself yet, or maybe it’s a little of both.

Brad teaches Benjamin how to play his new drum.

Brad teaches Benjamin how to play his new drum.

Play Time:

Benjamin is very predictable in some ways. For example, I know that every morning after I give him his bottle, when I put him down on the floor, he will crawl over to his toys on the hearth and immediately take the lid off of his drum and pick up one of the drumsticks. He will then crawl around the room with the drumstick in his hand while he decides what to do next. Apparently Benjamin feels more content if he has a toy in his hands at all times that he is crawling. Sometimes it’s a drumstick, others a block, others the doorstop from Brad’s office door…

In addition to carrying things around with him, you can always expect to see Benjamin dance when he hears music, whether it’s from one of his toys, a commercial on tv, or someone singing. His version of dancing involves vigorously shaking his head back and forth, bouncing up and down, and chest pumping (not sure this is a real term, but the best way I know to describe it). It’s very cute. He also enjoys making music with us – sometimes by playing the drum, others by “singing,” and others by shaking the tambourine.

Benjamin still loves to play in his playroom, especially in the morning right after breakfast. He entertains himself by looking out the window, taking blocks in and out of a storage box, exploring the various musical toys, and throwing toys over the gate while shouting “uh-oh” to get my attention (that’s the sign that he’s ready for me to come play with him). One night I was washing dishes after dinner, and I had a perfect view of Benjamin in the playroom. When he looked up and noticed me watching him, he smiled real big and waved at me. I, of course, smiled and waved right back. He then went right back to playing. In the past if he saw me watching him, he would expect me to come get him. What a big boy he’s becoming!

Nap Time:

I am thrilled that Benjamin is still taking two naps a day. Generally speaking, one is between 10 a.m. and noon, the other between 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. We still “half” swaddle him (from the chest down), and then sing him the “I Love You” lullabye before putting him in his crib. If he needs help settling down, we read him a book, but usually it’s enough just to swaddle, sing, and snuggle a couple of minutes before laying him down. If we’re lucky, he says “nigh nigh” and rolls over and falls asleep within minutes of us closing the door. More often, it takes him awhile to settle down completely. In these instances, he’ll chew his hand for awhile, talk to himself, and have a couple minutes of mild crying before he gives in to sleep.

The worst cases are when he simply won’t settle down. The moment we lay him down, he hops right up and starts bouncing around his crib, chattering happily. I’ll wait five minutes, then return and repeat the naptime routine (swaddle, sing, snuggle) up to four or five times if necessary. If he’s still awake after 30 or 45 minutes, I give up and bring him out of his room. Sometimes he just needs to “play it out” 30 minutes and then will take his nap. Other times we just lose that nap time. Thankfully, these “worst case” nap situations only happen on rare occasions.

This rocking chair once belonged to my older sister Cara, and it has managed to survive all of Mom and Dad's children and grandchildren. Now it's Benjamin's turn!

This rocking chair once belonged to my older sister Cara, and it has managed to survive all of Mom and Dad's children and grandchildren. Now it's Benjamin's turn!

Pushing the Limits:

In the past month, we have seen Benjamin become more strong-willed, opinionated, and rebellious. It’s been quite a shock to our systems to see our gentle baby turn into a fiery, spirited toddler. This is no more apparent than at meal times (see “Dinner Time” below), but no matter what time of day it is, Benjamin isn’t shy about making his feelings known. If I pick him up when he’s in the middle of playing, I can expect back arching and screaming. If I leave the room before he’s ready for me to, more screaming. If he’s tired of being in his car seat, again with the high-pitched screaming. I suppose this is the only way he knows to make his point, but it can be quite grating, especially if I am already feeling tired or overwhelmed.

Aside from Benjamin’s new form of communicating his unhappiness, he is also starting to push back when we tell him not to do something. The main source of his limit testing is the area around our television. We are consistent about asking him not to push the buttons on the sound system, and not to open the cabinet and take Wii supplies out. We do, however, allow him to stand at the tv and pick up the various remote controls (he hasn’t learned how to use them yet), as long as he doesn’t put the remotes in his mouth. I finally wised up and took all the Wii stuff out of the cabinet, so I think he will now lose interest in it. But he knows exactly what he is doing when he defies us – the glance in our direction, the glint in his eye, the muttering of “uh-uh” under his breath. We’re currently working on a discipline strategy, which will most likely involve time outs. I’m skeptical about one book’s suggestion to use a series of “clap-growls” to get his attention and let him know I mean business. I’m thinking I’ll adapt that technique to something that doesn’t sound as ridiculous. If I were to growl, he would just laugh and growl right back (he does a very impressive bear impersonation).

Benjamin looks proud of his new, big boy car seat.

Benjamin looks proud of his new, big boy car seat.

Getting Out of the House:

Like me, Benjamin loves to get out of the house. Whether it’s the grocery store or the gym, he is interested in checking everything out and seeing something besides the same old stuff at home. He went through a brief phase of separation anxiety a few weeks ago, when I would leave him at the church or gym nursery, but now he seems to have returned to his casual attitude – “Mom’s leaving? No big deal. I’m just happy to be out of the house.”

He is, however, quite opinionated when it comes to strangers. Some people he takes to right away, whereas others he watches carefully and gets concerned if they attempt to hold him. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to his preferences. Maybe some people just give him a bad vibe. But he loves to see familiar faces, whether it’s his aunts, uncles, and cousins, our friends, or the ladies at the gym Kid’s Club. His most common signs of affection are sticking his fingers in someone’s mouth or head butting them. Yep, he’s a boy.

Benjamin is very intrigued by his cousin Jude.

Benjamin is very intrigued by his cousin Jude.

I’ve noticed Benjamin is happier if we leave the house together at least once a day. This can be a walk in the neighborhood or a trip to Target. The change of scene refreshes him, just like it refreshes me!

Dinner Time:

I’ve already described Benjamin’s typical meal time experience, but I wanted to add some thoughts about our family dinner time. We usually eat around 6:30, assuming I’ve managed to prepare me and Brad’s meal while simultaneously keeping Benjamin happy (sometimes we have to eat after he’s been fed). If Benjamin has a cranky time of day, it’s from 6:30 to bathtime. At this time of the evening, he thinks everything should be about him. So, if Brad and I try to have a conversation at the dinner table, Benjamin will scream until I turn toward him and give him another bite of food. If I pay more attention to my plate of food than to his spoon and food, more screaming. In fact, the only way to keep him happy (and quiet) at dinner is to constantly give him attention, or to put some corn puffs or Cheerios on his tray. Now, this scenario is more common when he hasn’t napped well during the day. So when he is well rested, it isn’t so bad. But we are trying to figure out a way to communicate to him that dinner time is family time, not just Benjamin time. Any suggestions?

Bath Time:

Bath time is one of my favorite times of day with Benjamin. No matter how fussy he may be during and after dinner, the moment we sit him down in the water, he is all smiles and giggles. Because of this, we tend to make his baths last a long time (when we’re not running behind schedule, that is). No part of Benjamin’s day is more structured than his bath. Brad and I may have slight variations in our bath repertoires, but on my night (we take turns bathing him every other night) I always wash his face, then his hair, then the rest of him. After the actual cleaning, I always say, “Are you readdddy?” and he turns excitedly to look at his trio of fish toys that are sitting on the edge of the tub. For the next several minutes, we play with those fish. I feel them up with water and squirt him, he throws them in the water and then fishes them out, etc. When it’s time to put them away, I pick up each fish, one at at time, and tell him to “give it a kiss.” He does so and then hands me the fish, at which point we “say bye bye” to the fish and put them back in their place. While the water starts to drain, Benjamin kicks his legs and splashes the water with his hands. This final burst of enthusiasm acts to release any remaining energy he has built up from the day. By the time I’ve wrapped him in his towel, “presented” him to Brad (“look at the clean baby!”), and start getting him dressed, he is super relaxed and ready to call it a night. Mission accomplished!

Bed Time:

We usually start the bed time routine around 8:30. This is a good place to mention a funny little thing that he’s started doing. Sometimes I put on lip balm right before I give him his bottle, and he has started imitating the way I smack my lips together afterward. So as we walk to the sofa, we are both smacking our lips over and over again. I guess he likes the way it sounds, and likes imitating me. I give Benjamin a bottle of milk in the living room, and it usually doesn’t take him long to drink it. For the next few minutes, we snuggle and act silly. Sometimes I settle him down by gently tickling his face and arms. Other times we play “The Name Game,” fondly referred to by Benjamin as “da da.” The rules to this game are very simple. Benjamin grabs my hand and touches it to my chest, and I say “Mama.” If he touches his chest, I say “Benjamin.” If he touches Daddy, I say “Daddy.” If Chloe, “Chloe.” Etc. So basically, he does the pointing or touching, and I do the talking. He could play this game endlessly. He smiles and laughs the whole time.

After our fun, games, and snuggles, one or both of us carries him to bed, sings him the “I Love You” song, and then puts him in his crib. Most nights, he immediately bounces up, stands up, leans over the front of the crib, and gives us kisses. But if he is exhausted, he skips this part and just rolls over to go to sleep. We’ve always been lucky when it comes to Benjamin’s bed time. He usually falls asleep within a couple of minutes, and even on the nights when he talks to himself for 15 minutes, we rarely have to go in and tell him to settle down. He loves his sleep! We’ll hope it stays that way.

Word Time:

Seriously, I’m almost finished. I just thought I’d mention what words Benjamin has in his vocabulary at this age:

  • Ma Ma and Da Da
  • Bye bye (or nigh nigh), used interchangeably
  • Bah bah (bottle)
  • Ba (ball)
  • Na! (an exclamation when he is mildly surprised or pleased by something)
  • Uh-oh (his first word, he doesn’t say it nearly as often now)
  • Uh-uh (it used to be cute when he would say this and stop doing something wrong, but now he says it and keeps misbehaving)
Benjamin and Mama C share a moment.

Benjamin and Mama C share a moment.

Whether he’s being sweet or misbehaving, sleeping or playing, eating or whining, we love our growing boy through it all!

A Bittersweet Transition

Benjamin and I enjoy a moment of contentment - he is well fed, and I succeeded in feeding him.

Benjamin and I enjoy a moment of contentment - he is well fed, and I succeeded in feeding him.

I just finished weaning Benjamin from breastfeeding. For me, this was a pretty monumental transition, and one that left me with mixed feelings. Here’s a glimpse into my thoughts about my journey through this season of motherhood.

A little over a year ago, when Benjamin was born, I started down the initially challenging road of breastfeeding. Those first few weeks were probably the most difficult of my life: the hours each day that I struggled to figure things out, the hours of sleep that I lost in the process, and the (seemingly) hours that I listened to Benjamin’s sad and frustrated newborn cries as we worked through it together. Then came a week of supplemental bottles of breast milk after each nursing session, which meant I spent precious time, when I could have been doing something else, pumping my milk and washing the various pump attachments.

Then, suddenly, almost like magic, things clicked. The dread I had been experiencing every three hours, when feeding time would roll around, was replaced by joy. The 90+ minute nursing sessions had been trimmed down to a manageable 45 minutes. I had figured out a comfortable position to hold Benjamin in, and he had developed a strong latch. Once the two of us managed to figure out our respective parts in the breastfeeding equation, those 45 minutes every three hours became a rewarding, central part of my new role as a mother.

Over the past year, I’ve watched Benjamin grow from a tiny newborn, to a chubby baby, to a tall and skinny toddler. I can somewhat measure his growth in terms of how I’ve had to adjust the position in which I hold him while feeding him. I used to be able to hold him right across the front of my stomach, but for the past few months I’ve had to wrap his legs around my side. Along with his physical growth, he has developed more personality and affection with each passing month. Nursing used to be all about the milk, but over time it became more of a time for us to snuggle, laugh, and “talk.”

Our transition away from breastfeeding began last November, when Benjamin’s pediatrician suggested that I give him formula twice a day to increase his caloric intake. Wanting to keep my milk supply up, I continued nursing him even at the feeding times when he was drinking formula. Some time in January, I decided to go ahead and drop those two nursing times, which happened to be at lunch and dinner, and make them exclusively formula feedings.

So for the past six weeks or so, I’ve been nursing Benjamin three times a day. It seems funny that I started to dread reaching the end of the breastfeeding road, when I initially dreaded starting out on it last March. At one point when Benjamin was a few months old, I calculated how many feeding times I had left before he turned one (which is when I have always planned to wean him), and it was something like 1500! That seemed like a lifetime of nursing sessions, but somewhere along the way, 12 months went by, and those hundreds and hundreds of feedings were all in the past.

Some of you reading this may wonder why I would have a difficult time letting go of the breastfeeding. I used to wonder that myself, before I became a mom, about why weaning was such a big deal. For me, there are a few reasons:

  • I am very routine-oriented, and as such, I do not handle change very well. It was rather difficult for me to take the first step of dropping a feeding, but by dropping them gradually, rather than all at once, I have been able to adjust my daily routine without a sudden jolt of “different.”
  • During this week of weaning, which I started full force last Monday, I’ve noticed that Benjamin has been more fragile and fussy than usual. This is most likely because he is having some trouble adjusting to life without nursing as well. It makes me sad for him to be sad. Even so, I’d rather him go through this transition now than in a few more months when he would be even more aware of the changes, and more strong-willed about what he wants and thinks about it.
  • I really do cherish the time I have spent nursing Benjamin. I never got bored or felt trapped by my status as a human milk machine. I am still amazed that the female body can produce a continuous supply of milk for babies. I was happy to provide for Benjamin in this way.
  • One selfish reason for my reluctance to stop nursing is that I’ve enjoyed having a break three times a day. Those 15 or 20 minutes, at morning, noon, and night, were a chance for me to sit down, relax, and not have to do anything for awhile. Perhaps Benjamin will still sit with me sometimes during the day and just “be.” (I know that some of you moms are laughing at me right now, but I can dream, right?)

But now to the positives of being finished with breastfeeding:

  • I have more leeway with getting out of the house. I’m talking about night’s out, whether that’s a date with Brad, a girls’ night, or some time to myself. Now when I go out, I don’t have to rush home by 8:30 or 9 to nurse Benjamin before bed. Brad (or a babysitter) can give him a bottle instead. (He’s successfully taken a bottle at bedtime before, but only on rare occasions.)
  • Along those same lines, Brad can be more involved in feeding Benjamin. He often feeds him his baby food, but now he can participate more in the liquid feedings. I guess pretty soon Benjamin will be carrying around a sippy cup of milk and won’t need us to feed him milk anymore. But for now, we are still giving him milk in a bottle.
  • I can put those awful, uncomfortable, bulky nursing bras into storage! I was so tired of wearing those things!
  • The living room is less cluttered. For a year, the boppie has been a constant presence on the loveseat, as have been burp cloths and a bed pillow that I used for back support. Those are all out of sight now. A small victory for a neat freak like myself.
  • I can clear up space in the freezer. I’ve had frozen milk stored in there for months, but a few days ago I got rid of all of it. It was a little disturbing to watch all that “liquid gold” go down the drain, knowing all the time I spent pumping it. But, we simply don’t need it now. I guess I should start baking in bulk now that I have room to store stuff in the freezer.
  • I can sleep in some days if I want to! I am looking forward to taking advantage of this occasionally. Since Benjamin was a couple of months old, I’ve always been the one who wakes up when he wakes up, because I was the one who had the milk. Now that that is no longer the case, I hope Brad will agree to let me sleep in sometimes while he feeds Benjamin breakfast.

The Last Feeding:

  • Over the past week, I dropped one feeding time every four days. First to go was the afternoon, post-nap feeding time. Next up was the morning, pre-breakfast feeding. The last one I was holding onto, and the one that I will miss the most, was the bedtime feeding.
  • Last night, I sat down with Benjamin on the loveseat for what I plan to be the final time I nurse him (barring some unforeseen difficulties tonight – say, for example, he throws the bottle of milk I offer him across the room and screams at the top of his lungs in disgust – but I don’t see that happening).
  • Usually I watch tv while I nurse him at this time, but last night I left the tv off and fully absorbed every detail of the moment. I made sure to capture a picture in my mind of what Benjamin looked like. I talked to him about how I’ve enjoyed this year of nursing him.
  • After awhile he decided to stick his hand in my mouth, and I pretended to munch on his fingers, for which I was rewarded with his sweet, contagious laughter.
  • Next, we played the “mama, daddy, benjamin” game. This involves Benjamin grabbing my hand and touching it to my chest, at which time I am supposed to say “mama” every time he touches me. If Brad is around, Benjamin will point my hand at him, and I am supposed to say “Daddy.” And finally, if Benjamin touches my hand to himself, I say “Benjamin.” This simple game provides him with endless entertainment.
  • Once he had settled down from all the silliness, he continued nursing until he fell asleep. There’s nothing more comforting than having a sweet, sleeping baby in your arms. I savored that feeling for a couple of minutes and then took him to his room for bed.
  • Before I put Benjamin down in his crib, I sang our homemade lullabye, “I Love You,” to him, and he smiled, half asleep, with his head resting on my shoulder. Brad came in and said good night to him as well, and we put him down in his bed, where he settled down into a deep, peaceful sleep.
  • As I closed the door to Benjamin’s nursery, I said to Brad, “That was about as perfect a nursing time as there can be, so I’ll consider that the last one.” With those words, I closed the door to this chapter of my motherhood. I had wanted to end on a high note, and a high note it was.

I’m sure I still have a few days of high-running emotions ahead of me, as my hormones readjust and as Benjamin and I adapt to a new bedtime routine, but for me the hardest part – letting go – is over. It’s been a grand run, and while I’ll miss all the special nursing moments with my baby boy, I look forward to all the joyous experiences that await us in Benjamin’s toddler years and beyond.

A very young Benjamin (three or four weeks old) and I share a sweet moment.

A very young Benjamin (three or four weeks old) and I share a sweet moment.

Benjamin’s First Birthday Party

Benjamin overlooks what remains of his cupcake. Apparently it was finger lickin' good!

Benjamin overlooks what remains of his cupcake. Apparently it was finger lickin' good!

Last Sunday, March 1, was Benjamin’s first birthday, and we were happy to celebrate the occasion with our family. We kept things simple and had everyone come over in between his two naps so that he’d be in high spirits. By the end of the festivities he was a little overwhelmed, and he took a good two hour nap after everyone left.

Here’s a rundown of how we celebrated his birthday:

  • We had home videos of Benjamin’s first year playing on the living room television. Everyone got all nostalgic (especially me and Brad!) seeing the images of our baby boy when he was a newborn, when he took his first bites of baby food, when he started to crawl, etc.
  • Benjamin’s first year photo album, and his baby book, were sitting out for everyone to look through.
  • I asked everyone to write a message for Benjamin in his baby book on the page entitled “Thoughts on Your First Birthday.”
  • Brad grilled burgers for lunch, and we also ate a fruit salad, chips and guacamole, and corn on the cob.
  • We presented Benjamin with his very own cupcake (with a big “1″ frosted on the top) when we sang “Happy Birthday to You.” He was pleased by all the undivided attention, and he dove right into the cupcake, without making a huge mess.
  • We enjoyed our chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting (and a side of Blue Bell ice cream) while Benjamin “opened” his gifts (I sat next to him,  opened the gifts, and showed him what they were).
  • Benjamin received lots of cute clothes, including his first pair of adjustable waist jeans – perfect for our tall, skinny boy. Thanks Aunt Cara! He’s all set for the spring and summer now with some new pajamas, overalls, shorts, t-shirts, etc.
  • Aunt Lindsi and Uncle Patrick gave him a personalized music CD. Apparently this company records different children’s names into the songs on each CD. So, when we listen to it, Benjamin hears his name in the lyrics. He always seems surprised that they know his name. Cute songs, too!
  • Brad and I gave Benjamin a Bee Bop Band music set. It came with a drum, centipede drum sticks, ant jingle bells, a bee maraca and clacker, and a caterpillar tambourine. All the instruments can be stored inside the drum. It’s super cute (and not too loud, so I haven’t gone against my pre-Mommy vow to not buy noisy toys for my child), and Benjamin seems to love it.
  • We had a great time hanging out with everyone: Mama C and Granddad, Aunt Cara and Uncle David, Uncle Patrick and Aunt Lindsi, Irma and Norris, and Benjamin’s cousins Jacob, Joel, and Anna. He loves to play with them!

Here are some pictures from the party:

Hey Jude!

Singalongs are a longstanding tradition in my family. From musicals like Oklahoma or Newsies, to pop songs like Whitney Houston’s “One Moment in Time” or Backstreet Boys’ “Everybody (Rock Your Body)” (don’t ask me why), to Christmas favorites like “Jingle Bells” or “Ave Maria,” we always seem to be breaking out into song. No surprise, then, that on me and Brad’s recent trip to Ruston, we found ourselves in Mom and Dad’s living room, gathered around the piano.

Chris had been practicing a song for church (he’s the worship leader at Crossroads Church in Ruston), and suddenly he found himself surrounded by most of the family. We enjoy hearing him sing and play, so we had slowly filtered in from various other places in the house when we heard the music. I don’t remember what inspired the moment (maybe Mama C suggested it?), but suddenly Chris was playing the Beatles’ “Hey Jude,” and we were all singing along. Chris and Karen’s son, born February 9, is named Jude Larsen. He isn’t named after the Beatles’ song, but I for one, especially the first couple of weeks after he was born, just couldn’t help singing it in my head when I heard his name.

Let me set the scene for you before you watch the video: Patrick is holding Jude, who is sleeping peacefully – oblivious or indifferent to the noisy music fest. Chris is, of course, at the piano, and apparently looking up chords and lyrics on his Mac. Karen is sitting next to him in the comfy blue chair, and Brad is looking over Chris’s shoulder to see the lyrics. Lindsi is keeping an eye on Anna and Holly, who are both making the rounds. Benjamin is crawling around holding a coaster (one of his favorite “toys” these days) and pulling up on the sofa bed (which was pulled out because Anna was staying in there). I am holding the camera, doing my best to maneuver the tight space while filming. And Mama C is overseeing the proceedings, and no doubt enjoying seeing everyone having a good time. Meanwhile, Dad was in the living room watching tv. Had he realized everyone was in there, he would have enthusiastically joined in.

One of my favorite parts of the video (besides the super fun singing and great song) is when Benjamin and Holly face off: Benjamin shoves his coaster toward Holly, and her response is to lick him right on the mouth. Gross! But, he seemed amused by it. Enjoy the video!

Benjamin’s First Year: Month by Month

Stay tuned for a post about Benjamin’s first birthday festivities, but for now, enjoy this look at how he has grown over the past 12 months.