It's sometimes hard to remember what Benjamin was like as a squishy little newborn, he seems almost like a toddler these days and although it's happened in the blink of an eye, it also seems like the longest stretch of time since he slept all day and fit into the crook of one arm.
He's an absolute giant these days - taller than two of our friends' 14 month olds. He's growing out of his 9-12 month clothes already, which is really not ideal as I don't really want to have to buy a full new set of clothes *again* so soon. He's just started sitting on his own in the last week or so, which is a real game changer for him when he's playing. He's eating everything in sight - three full meals a day already, which I wasn't expecting. He's an enthusiastic eater at the moment, and hasn't yet turned his nose up at anything - although I'm sure it's only a matter of time. He's also taken an occasional nap on his own, which is a game changer for *me* in getting things done in the day - let's hope that once or twice turns into (almost) every time, shall we?
This coming month is a big one for us; Ben is going to nursery and I'll be going back to work, so we're going to need to learn how to make that work for us. We've had a couple of settling in sessions at nursery, and he seems to have taken to it as well as can be expected, so I'm not too worried about him. He's definitely ready for all of the fun and stimulation at nursery - he gets easily bored with me at home, which I don't think is a risk at nursery!
I'm hoping that will also help him sleep better, as we're very much in the dreaded eight month sleep regression right now, which doesn't bode well for me going back to work rested and ready to go! I'll be honest, the nights are getting to me a bit now - it's not even that I am that tired, because in the grand scheme of things he is an okay sleeper, but it is frustrating to be woken, and jarring when it happens at a different time every night. I know this is only going to be a small part of his life, overall, but I'm very much hoping it doesn't last for too much longer.
But, for all my moaning, I am totally head over heels in love with him. When he excitedly kicks his legs or gives me a giant grin, or laughs along when I sing his favourite song, it just makes my heart sing. I will sing that damn song on repeat for as long as it makes him giggle. Every time I am getting to the end of my tether, worn down by sleepless nights and endless domestic chores (three meals a day means a whole lot more chores...), he makes me laugh or pulls a particularly cute face, and I can't stay mad at him. I mean, who could?