My baby boy is getting so big...

I stumbled into the pictures from Ben's birth the other day and that is when it really hit me how much he has grown. The time has seemed to fly by faster with him than it did with Joshua. Probably because I have subsisted the last year half asleep. He has currently reached the stage where over dramatic fits begin. He can't communicate what he wants to so it usually comes out with throwing himself on the floor amidst alligator tears. Really not sure where that flare for drama came from... He is so close to walking but not there yet and while his hair is edging towards fro, I just can't bring myself to trim the curls. He gets embarrassed when he laughs and buries his head in your shoulder and claps for himself when you say "good job". His laugh is a deep chuckle and he loves it when I spin him around in circles, going up and down like rides you avoid after chili dogs at the fair. When he is at the height of happiness, he still can't control his hands and feet and their spastic moves hurt if too close to one's face. He discovers something new seemingly everyday. Like his new found ability to climb the stairs. He hasn't been able to for so long, when I rounded the corner and found him half way up, I cheered him on while making plans in my head to install the gate. He was so proud when it made it to the top. He has had a taste of freedom and knows it is but a grasp away. It is amazing to me how your heart really can love two boys in such unique and unending ways.