All I want for Christmas...

All Will really wants for Christmas is a walking baby boy.  He set that tentative date in his mind in hopes for a Christmas miracle and last week he started hanging up those hopes when what to ones wondering eyes should appear - santa and 12 tiny reindeer - O I mean, Ben's has taken his first steps! Will also walked in on Ben watching signing times yesterday and instead of sitting on his chair Ben was standing in the middle of the room. It's been soo much fun to watch our little elf progress onto his daddy's Christmas miracle :)

Another notable moment was when I was stalling Ben from pulling us out of bed one morning, by showing him flash cards on the phone, and I couldn't believe how much he understood.  Every time he saw a card that he knew the sign for he would use his signs. Ever time he saw a body part he would point to that part-- eyes, ears, hands, feet... I know Ben understands a lot more than he can really communicate and the entire process just blows me away.

All I want for Christmas- I already have. Will and Ben have managed to already bring me the best Christmas I could ask for. You can never really forget the 12 years spent as a "young single adult" --the tears/fears/Independence and great friendship. But now to move onto creating a family. I could hold my two boys forever. There is nothing better than being Will's wife and Ben's mom.  My Christmas miracle is smiling me in the face everyday, and I will forever be grateful.

Don't wanna miss

The last few weeks have been some to write about. I wish I could say they were filled with holly berries and tinsel, but they weren't.  It seems as if every minute Will wasn't out cutting up trees and fences from the crazy hurricane wind storm we had here, we were in bed sick.  In fact Will and I both slept most the day on his birthday a couple a days ago sick with two totally different viruses. Minus a few good health days, we've been down for the count since Thanksgiving. I spent a little time upset at the situation-- but then it just made my headache worse.  So I've been soaking in the days in bed listening to my cute little prince rumage in the medince cabinets and tuperware drawer.

I hope our bad health days are done now. I look forward to actually getting some cleaning done and looking for presents for Will. To bring you up to date. We're all moved in now-- and have a couple of boxes left to unpack, but are pretty much settled. We haven't heard back on Will's Ohio interview-- but I have come to peace with whatever the outcome there.

Ben is doing new things all the time. In fact in the time it took to write the last few paragraphs Ben learned how to turn his walker around. He is wandering through the house squealing with pleasure over the whole event. He says "Da Da," "Ma Ma," "No," and "more" consitently now, and mimics other words.  Hubby is still hoping for a Christmas miracle-- that Ben will take his first few steps on his own. I was shooting for him being potty trained for my Christmas miracle--- but I guess I'll take walking too. Ben shows more interest in reading all the time. And he continues to forget that he has parents whenever his friends are around. Not even a needy-- "give me food look." He just steals the food off of whatever his older cousins had gathered for themselves. His fetishes are hats and gloves, if those are missing than it is not uncommon to see him scooting around the house with shoes on his hands and a carrot balanced on his head. I love Ben with all my heart and I love his dad even more. It's good to be back in Bountiful.

Summer

p.s. Yes this is what it looks like, dad tearing up the front yard to show the grandkids a good time on a tarp. Ben loved every minute of it.