Love that open "TV viewing" mouth. I think I must do that, too. I can't tell you how many times I've been deep in concentration when my mother's voice pierced my busy thoughts to advise me that I might catch a fly. My Benjamin is nearly three. He's hard to capture (aka catch) on film these days. He's busy. He's super-enthusiastic about almost anything. He never eats his dinner. He's constantly asking me "Mommy, whatcha do-nun?" I think it's his version of "Why?" He adores his little lunch time show, Maggie and the Ferocious Beast. He recently went with his daddy (and a bunch of other daddies and their boys) to see the Monster Truck Jam. It was a big hit. He is really, really tall. He is exceptionally smart, and has a memory like a steel trap. He's got great eyelashes. He currently calls his baby sister "Diva Guy". He loves, with wild abandon, his family . . . immediate, extended, those near and far.
I am nuts about this boy.
Gracious and kind, as always, dear Shauna offered for me to bring Cameron Elizabeth. Even more fun, she suggested that we let the little doll be our morning model. Other than an hour-and-a-half crying jag on the way to Bryan, she was a happy camper. Cameron scooted around all morning, napped, then smiled her way into many a camera lens.
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Santa delivered! Blankets for both, stockings full of goodies, toys galore. Ben loved his rescue helicopter, and Cameron immediately fell for Ryan the Zebra.
Ben's first snow . . . He loved it, as did Paige (age 3-1/2). They went sledding together, even built their first snowman with Uncle Dustin. I wish I had a picture of the poor little snowman. He looked like Jabba the Hut.
And finally, The Diva loved her chocolate souffle. Okay, it was organic prunes, but she ate it with abandon, I'm sure the same way she'll eat chocolate someday!