Dear Bennett,
You are two months old today. I just put you to sleep, though you know I'll be up there every fifteen minutes to check on you.
You've had quite a lot going on this month! You are finally relaxing your muscles, stretching out both your legs and arms. You like to practice standing of people's laps, especially your Aunt A.
You recognize my face and poppy's big bearded one, even from quite a distance. You've also discovered the ceiling fan. I'm surprised you don't get seasick watching it spin! You are getting much more interested in the outside world. I've been wearing you facing out when we go on walks so you can look around, though you think watching the power lines go by is still the most fascinating thing on the planet.
You now weigh 13lbs 9oz, and grew another couple of inches in length over the past four weeks. Some of your 0-3 clothes are getting a little snug, which just slays me! Where is my little baby going??
Your baby blues keep turning a lighter shade of blue, so there's a good chance you've inherited your poppy's eyes. You give us big responsive smiles now, and are even starting to make cohesive sounds (gh-eee is the most popular one this week, haaa-mm was last week). Your cries are also a lot more defined, as are your facial expressions. See
this post as an example. We can tell if you're hungry, bored, tired, or just plain cranky.
We still call you the monkey, even as you are growing much bigger than the knitted monkey you have. Sooner than I'd like to believe you'll be holding the monkey in your little hand while yelling "Won't!"
You prefer to be held and loved all day and night long, which is fine with me. Most of the time. I still wonder how your older brother Burke would be reacting to your presence. Whether you would be recognizing his face, beginning to form your own private language the two of you would share. Sometimes when I'm holding you I'm overcome. There are certain looks, certain things that just remind me of Burke, and the sadness and ache takes my breath away.
Then you smile, wiggle, show me your gums, and I can breathe again. I love you.
Yours,
Mamma.
Notice my little in-home sweatshop in the background! Hey, at least I managed to contain the mess for a day and pick up all the fabric draped all over the chairs.
These are for Bennett, made with self-striping yarn aus Deutschland. Best part: there are no holes or gaps!
Blonde? Brown? Red? 
As with all projects we tend to tackle around here, there is inevitably more headaches (backaches?) than one would expect. I guess that comes with the territory when you buy an older home.
The front of wall of the garage was not secure at all, come to find out. The whole side was sagging towards the middle, so the guys had to jack it up and install proper headers instead of the old 2 by 4, piece of 1/4 inch masonite and a prayer that was holding it up. Notice B balanced precariously on Bennett's car.
The guys decided one big door would be better than a couple of small ones, especially to get stuff in and out.
They got the whole construction part done and the door assembled in one day, and the next was spent getting the mechanics of it all (opener, tracks, balance, etc) in proper working order.
And here it is! Just a lot of sore muscles, a couple of big bruises, and a sledgehammer to get the job done.
In the meantime, here's some more outtakes from my feeble attempts to take some head shots for the store.
Notice the double chin on the Monkey.
It's crazy how much he's grown over the past few weeks!
You recognize my face and poppy's big bearded one, even from quite a distance. You've also discovered the ceiling fan. I'm surprised you don't get seasick watching it spin! You are getting much more interested in the outside world. I've been wearing you facing out when we go on walks so you can look around, though you think watching the power lines go by is still the most fascinating thing on the planet.
