
I promised Mike I'd take a picture of Benjamin eating chicken fingers. Don't worry, Nana, he tears off little bits and chews well. It's tough getting him to eat much meat. Yesterday I made meatballs with ground turkey, and that was a hit. Plus he looooves scrambled eggs, so at least he's getting some protein.

Lately he has been walking over to the kitchen table and reaching for whatever is up there. I'm guessing he was pitching a fit here because he wanted his pacifier. I love the pacifier, I hate the pacifier.

Don't know what he's doing here, but he looks cute doing it.

I was summoned by His Highness while I was in the middle of putting away some CD cases. I made the mistake of taking the stack with me, and Benjamin grabbed all of them. If you look closely, you can see that he had been in his play tent and tried to crawl out - except that the bottom edge of the tent is caught around his waist.

Calvin was supposed to be the subject matter here, but I got him in mid-run. He had been taking a nice nap when Ben decided to make his move. Later in the day, Calvin switched to the other wicker chair and hid under an afghan. But Benjamin found him there, too.
2 comments:
I was shocked at the ugly face that little angel of ours can make! What's that about? Love and hugs, Nana
I have the same look when I run out of scotch! We all have our pacifiers! Love, Dad
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