Happy Belated 2nd Birthday, Ben- Post

I don't like a blog post without pictures, but I need to sit down and type this puppy on the computer and the computer isn't uploading the pictures I carefully selected for this post.  Rest assured, there were pics of Benny doing 100 things: playing at birthday parties, flying on a plane, visiting Disney World, hanging with who he refers to as his "girls"- Jackie and Hillary ("Hiwawwy"), eating ice cream, holding pumpkins, etc.. etc... pics you've no doubt seen before.  


Dear Ben, 


The above list of activities I've documented above is only half of your jam.  You are my little sidekick and we are stuck like glue, and it is awesome.  I know you will not be my little boy forever but in my heart, you will always be my little boy.  You are polite and helpful and friendly.  You've taken a keen interest in others and their relation to each other (whose mommy/daddy/brother/sister is that, etc..).  You are the earliest and most prolific speaker of the kids, and it just may be because you are chilling with everyone all the time! You always find me in the group, though, and tell me to watch you.  Or you run over and announce to me, "Mommy! I'm playing!"  Melts my heart every time.  Last night we went to the ice cream social at Jackie's new school.  You played on the grass with the other kids as if you were 5 years old, entering kindergarten.  We got home and you told me you played "Duck Duck Run Around." I think it was duck duck goose and also ring around the rosie but I prefer Duck Duck Run Around.  What can you say? You love your girls.  And they love you.  Hilly and you argue but mostly when she doesn't think you are moving fast enough across the street and she wants you to hurry up so you don't get hit by a car.  She grabs your shirt and pulls and you get so mad. That's love, man. 


Even though you are the youngest, I try to hold you to the same standard I hold to the girls.  You are crestfallen when you receive a time out.  When you realize I mean business, you start apologizing profusely immediately.  When you want my attention, you pull my face toward yours with your hands.  You do this to everyone, actually.  Oops. 


Anyway, I will end this birthday post.  But I want you to know that even at the age of 2, I see a kind heart, an intelligent mind and a fun loving spirit.  A good man. And an incredibly handsome face BUT... I digress. 


Happy birthday my sweet baby boy!  I love you.


Mommy