No news...

Nothing yet. A few contractions here and there, but nothing to write home about (or blog about, as the case may be!). Due date...come and gone...

We headed back to the dog park this morning. Ben did not get wet, except at the end when he was stomping in the puddles. Charlie was soaked to the bone, as per usual. Ben and I came home and went for a three hour nap. Nice.

I know there has been tons of stuff Ben has been doing that I could write about, but I'm drawing a blank.

Oh, we have some friends whose son Zack is Ben's age. Ben and Zack have a bit of a love/hate relationship. They talk about each other all the time, but when they're actually together, it can get kinda rough. Different personalities, ya know? Anyways, Ben's latest thing is to say, "I be Zachery" and then proceed to scream at the top of his lungs. Very shrill-ly. And the kicker is, that's what Zack does. A couple of weeks ago, they were fighting over a toy and Zack took it from Ben. Ben started to cry, and Zack gets up in his face and screams. And Ben only started doing this the past couple of days. How does he remember that?

Ben also loves to play kitty. He'll come up to you and say, "be little kitty" and then meow and meow and meow at you until you pet him, scratch him behind his ears, and tell him what a cute kitty he is. What a character.

Did you know that Ben has a baby in his tummy too? He likes to tell you that while he's lifting his shirt up to his armpits. Mommy does not do that.

That's about all for now. As always, I'll keep you blog-readers posted.