I love when he wraps his arms around my legs and squeezes tight, burying his face into my knees.
He likes to play with the remote to my camera. I have two now. One for me, and one for him, for when we take photos together.
He insisted on wearing the hat as we walked outdoors. Then he refused to wear it during our outfit/baby carrier photos. Then he insisted on wearing it shortly after. I like that I was already outside with my camera, so I captured him doing what he does all the time. Explore. Discover.
The luscious purple flowers is Sage, as in the herb. It grows so well here, and makes a beautiful plant. We don't use it as an herb much.
I love that he can say, "Hug," now. He says it when I put him up in a carrier. He says it when we are nursing laying down in bed. He says it when he is sad and needs one. He says it when I put him in his crib at night and he doesn't want to be left alone.
It makes so much sense to me now, seeing him as an eighteen-month old, with words and attitudes and facial expressions.... why he hated swings and strollers and bouncers and cribs. Why he wanted to be carried and cuddled all the time.
He's just that kind of a person, and it was already shining through even when he was weeks old. I'm so grateful that I followed my instincts and kept him close, refusing to "teach him independence" as a tiny baby.
I'm so grateful that the cuddles Benjamin and I have always shared together, spilled over into this cuddly little boy.
