Snow Day

Uncle Joe Holds Ben (or tries, anyway)

We're so proud

Ben, your memory for language continues to impress.  At dinner tonight, Dad was wowing you with a combination of curling his tongue and burping.  You kept saying "More, more, more" (which still sounds like, "moh, moh, moh" and then you would jubilantly scream, "Burp!"  After rolling my eyes and telling Dad I was going to have to call his dad to let him know just what he'd gotten us into (I don't think Noah learned this behavior from Jane), I took a gulp of water, Dad said something else, and I started laughing uncontrollably with a mouth full of water.  I was laughing so hard, I had to spit it out in my bowl lest I choke.

That's when you showed your language and memory prowess.  Despite not having used or heard the word in weeks, maybe even months, you laughed, pointed at your mama, and authoratatively stated, "Puke."  Thanks, Ben.  You and Dad sure make me proud.  Can't wait to add a third boy to the mix next month.

Here are the boys in a recent shot with one of their heroes.  (This is also a good demonstration of how Ben prefers to leave his jacket and hat on for a LONG time after arriving in any new place.  The only reason he took off his mittens, I bet, was because they were impeding access to his snack pack.)

Love,
Mom