I mentioned in my introductory post that I have a son. We call him The Bean.
As of now, he is just shy of 18 months old. That means he’s just hit the point where he has enough of a brain to do some really awesome things, but not enough to keep from killing himself if left to his own devices. To say the least, I’m exhausted all the time.
But it’s not all preventing The Bean from self-destruction. My husband and I got lucky with a generally happy and easy going kiddo. He definitely has his moments (and days, and weeks), but when all is said and done, more often than not The Bean will happily play with his toys, “read” his books, and run around the house screaming in joy.
He loves to dance, he loves the water, and he loves sitting on our laps reading books. Every day, he spends his late afternoon roaming the neighborhood with dad, greeting the neighbors and quickly becoming the most well-known occupant on the street. They often venture into the nearby municipal park and help themselves to whatever wild fruits are ripe at the time – blackberries, plums, and grapes are the most common!
His best friend (besides mom and dad) is the 9 year old down the street. No day would be complete without him asking repeatedly to seek her out for a visit. Even if she’s not there, he’ll happily help himself to a basketball or skateboard sitting in her front yard.
As thoroughly exhausted as we are pretty much all the time, we are so happy to be the parents of this little Bean. We can’t wait to see what he gets up to next!