Twenty months old!

Ben is closing in on two-years old and acting more like it everyday. (what? I mean that in a good way!) He knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it and what he's going to do with it once he gets it. His parents, teachers and sometimes his friends, just interfere with those plans on more occasions than he'd like. The friends get the worst end of the stick - he's a biter - but we're working at home and at school on using our words to express frustrations.

Well none of that made almost-two sound very good! Instead of trying to dig myself out of a terrible-twos hole, here is some solid evidence that Mr. Ben is still very much the apple of our eyes! I spend a large part of our times together just trying not to literally burst with the pride and love I feel for him, and not munch on his chubby cheeks...too much.

Prompting some of his favorite words:


My apologies for Zoe's ill-timed potty break and props to our neighbor Charlie for his cool slide-climbing skillz.


This is the sound that erases those early-morning screeches and snack-time whines from my memory.

...not too shabby at the slide, is he?