twenty whole months

benji is twenty months old today. four more months and he will be two. i cannot believe i will have a two year old in my arms when summer is over. that's just nuts. i once told dan that when our babe turned one year old, i'd ditch the term 'months old'. i am so over parents saying their kid is thirty-seven and a half months old. yet still i am using it, not letting his baby months get away from me.

lets just say, so much has changed in these short twenty months. as if the volume has been notched up–all the way up–to eleven. (i hope you got that one, dan.) life is full. loud with love and so happy with our boy around. everything is more fun. for instance, right now he is practicing the olympic high jump on his crib mattress after being so snug and tucked into bed. he makes me smile like nothing else. he is my little helper. my curious craftsman. i had no idea how much fun laundry can be with a little imagination. one wicker basket can instantly turn into a school bus, an airplane, a train, a spaceship or an automobile. and sometimes a cozy spot for cartoons while mama re-folds all the dishtowels.