Before Bennett was born and after we had decided on his name I would think about 'Baby Bennett' all day long. I would prep Jackson for the arrival of his new brother by having him say 'Baby Bennett' over and over. I knew the name would not stick around forever, but the alliteration in the nickname for my second born was too cute to pass up.

So since his birth, Baby Bennett has been a wonderful addition. But recently I have started to feel a little silly still calling him Baby. A baby that used to be largely immobile and mute, has now become, in a matter of weeks, a completely mobile child with tons of personality and curiosity. He's found his voice and has started to hold his own by batting away his sometimes overbearing brother. He crawls to a sitting position and pulls up to furniture with ease.

I have tried to drop the baby on several occasions, but Jackson always reminds me 'no, it's baby Bennett mom.' Old habits die hard.

So for now he's still my 'Baby Bennett', despite his great strides toward childhood. At 11 months, I feel entitled to one more month of enjoying my baby, then maybe we will start calling him Big Boy Bennett. It has a sort of ring to it...