Let's Talk About Rhett

This little man has been filling up our hearts with more and more love all week, which is good because last week he was awful. (Not that we loved him less, however.) Recovering from sickness (his first icky, throw-up sickness ever), possible teething pain, and just being almost 2, seem to have been the main contributors.

But this week he has been delightful!

Rhett is 21 months old, the same age Benjamin was when Rhett was born. It seems like every time I look at him I find myself marveling at his babyness, when Benjamin seemed so grown up at the same age. And because of that I find myself wishing I had let Benjamin be more of a baby, while at the same time wondering if Rhett is really more grown up than I give him credit for.

He loves for me to read to him, and his favorite books are of the Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear?/Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? variety. He still loves The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and at the end he likes to go flap flap flap with the pages to make the butterfly fly.

He loves to ROAR! And boy, does that kid have volume! When we read Polar Bear, Polar Bear..., he roars at almost every page, as if he thinks that is the appropriate animal noise for each creature. The other day Rhett expressed his excitement at having Paul home from work by ROARING enthusiastically several times.

He discovered the other day that he is a great tickle monster. I wish I could have captured forever the minutes the other day when he and I snuggled on the couch prior to his nap and took turns tickling and laughing.

He loves dogs! Have I mentioned that before? I don't think I have, so let me emphasize it again. Rhett LOVES dogs! He can spot one a mile away, and will either shout "DAH!" or "WuhWuhWuhWuh!"


He loves to say new words, or at least we love to hear them. Why is it that he has mastered "cookie" more quickly than "please"?

He is a fabulous eater (knock on wood), downing everything from chili to spicy curry to broccoli and more. Some nights he seems like a bottomless pit.

He loves to be like his brother. During potty training (which is 90% complete, by the way), he would imitate Benjamin by sitting on the little training potty. A couple of days ago he found a pair of Benjamin's underwear and wanted to put it on over his diaper. And speaking of clothes, he likes to bring me random articles of clothing and have me put them on him. (Maybe we need a dress-up box?)

Rhett is a singer. Many times a day he can be heard singing the tunes to I am a Child of God, Called to Serve, Reverently Quietly (a frequently lullaby in our house), Autumn Day, and/or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. We never get tired of it.

This is becoming longer than intended, and the subject of this post is now screaming for my attention and trying to put on his shoes to go outside. So I'll wrap up by saying that we love Rhett so much, and couldn't be happier to have him in our family!