The Attached Mother

Baby Bean was born in January of 2006.  He is a complete bundle of sweetness.  As he nears toddlerhood (watch out now, he’s not officially a toddler until he’s 18 months, so don’t tell me otherwise unless you want to break my heart.) and I think back over the last 16 months it can only be summed up as sweet.

Bean is the youngest of my three boys and completes us for now.  In contrast to his brothers, he was not a high needs baby.  Well, maybe he wasn’t.  Maybe it’s that I’m more relaxed and have always know exactly what to do so he never really had to cry to get what he needed.

In fact, he was so content as a baby that he didn’t bother to let me know when he was hungry sometimes and fell off the charts at 9 months for weight.  His height dropped low on the charts, too.  Now, I know in the AP world, we don’t think to highly of the pediatric growth charts, but when your 9 month old weighs three ounces more than he did at 3 months, getting him to climb back up that chart becomes your passion.

And he’s climbing.  He’s doing great now.  Unfortunately, at 15 months he had a nursing strike that has turned into complete weaning.  For the sake of not rambling on in this post, I will post about that nursing strike later.  Let’s just say that for someone who nursed children for 47 and 27 months, having a 15 month old that doesn’t nurse is quite strange.

Bean is in love with his “bubbas” and looks forward to seeing them every morning.  If he wakes before they do he asks over and over, “Bubbas? Bubbas?”.

I love watching him grow and learn just like Bug and Bear.  It is incredible to watch his little personality form.