Hope for Baby Bennett: If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands

Sunday, December 12, 2010

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands

Yesterday, as Sierra and I were baking Christmas cookies, she handed Bodie some puffs. He was grabbing for the container, so we handed it to him to play with while we worked. The next thing I know, I'm stepping on something crunchy. THIS is what I looked over to see:

Somehow, Mr. Industrious had managed to open the Puffs container and dump them all over himself, his highchair and my kitchen floor (which I had swept oh, about 20 minutes before)! His response to my incredulous look? To start laughing and clapping for himself!!! I guess he knew he needed to do something new and exciting to take the sting out of his naughtiness! Yep, the first time he's ever clapped - and he's been doing it nonstop ever since. It's SO cute.

And, in other milestones, he's also SITTING UP all by himself! Just in time for his 10 month birthday on Thursday, he's not just tripoding, but really, really sitting! Up until this weekend, whenever we'd try to get him to sit up, he'd just topple over - but he's now sitting and will steady himself when he starts to fall. He still can't do it for very long, but we're so proud of him that he's now doing it! Go Bodie! Here's a pic of him sitting up at church this morning...

And one of him attacking his cousin Michael in the nursery...

And, just for kicks, one after the fact...

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TaraDecember 12, 2010 at 7:03 PM
He is so adorable! Congrats on the sitting up!! Go Bodie!
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StefenieDecember 13, 2010 at 5:53 AM
What a cutie!! I remember Logan dumping out an entire box of rice crispies onto our kitchen floor after he had crawled inside the cabinet to fetch them. He was super proud of himself and proceeded to smash them into the floor. Gotta love them boys!!!

Congrats on sitting up!! YAY!!!
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."