AFK

I'm moving house! I'll be gone for a few weeks. Sorry!


PS: Dad gave me my jacket as I was trying to sleep in the car and I figured this was the best way to get some peace and quiet.

Everybody's Got Something To Hide

I Was A Bat

Who Wants A Baggie?

What's The Up!

It's been forever since I've posted. Not much happening. My favoritest thing in the world right now is my Ballon. It's round, it has a smiley face, it bounces. It's awesome! I want to play with it ALL THE TIME! I want when I eat, I want it when I sleep, I want it when I'm in the car. I'm just not sure where it is right now. The haggard looks on Mom and Dad's faces make me suspect they had something to do with it's disappearance, though. They think they're sneaky, but I am sneakier!

My other favorite thing is getting up at 5ish in the morning so I can have my milky and cuddle with Daddy or Mommy. Sometimes, I'm so excited to see them, I can't wait and call for them at 4:30. I can't understand what takes them so long to come and get me. I mean, who doesn't want milky and a cuddle at 5am?!? Seriously, sometimes I think I'm the smartest member of my family.

I'm not sure what's going on, but Mommy's tummy is getting rather....how shall I put this so I don't hurt her delicate feelings...round. I'm not sure if I should say something or not. I keep patting it suggestively, trying to show her that she might want to cut down on the ice cream, but all she keeps saying is, "Kiss the baby?" Uh, Mom? The word is tummy, not baby. Sheesh!

My Cheerio Sense Is Tingling

Nap

Non Sequitur

I was on the couch when Dad asked me how I was doing. I pointed at him and nodded. He sat down next to me, leaned forward, turned to me and got a serious look on his face. He said, "Ben, you have to move out." I just grabbed my toes and poked each one with my index. Dad wasn't smiling at all.

"Listen, we'll help you get set up. We'll get you on your feet." I pulled at my big toe. I repeated the gesture. And then a third time. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Ben." I grinned at him, squinting my eyes.

"I'll tell you what. We'll all move out. Together. But only for a little while. You will have to move out eventually. Happy? Did you get what you wanted?" I clapped my hands. "Good. I guess we could do with more space. You have toys everywhere." I sighed and pointed at my milk on the coffee table before us. "Dah?" I said. He reached over and handed me my sippy cup.

He sat all the way back in the couch. "I can't believe how fast it's gone by already, Benjamin. And, now, it looks like you're going to have a sister." I tipped my head back and sipped noisily at my milk, cold and refreshing, like milk should be.

But I Don't Want...

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Feel free to caption the new one.

View From Above

Having A Ball

Seen Better Days

You Gave Me Fever

Let you know how much I suffer
Let you know how much I ache
When I try to sleep at night
I get a fever that's so hard to take

You gave me fever - when you left me
Fever from the daycare, right
Fever - in the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I cry out when I try to sleep
And you know I'm gonna start a fight

You gave me fever - when you left me
Fever from the daycare, right
Fever - in the morning
Fever all through the night

Snakes and Adders

I Went Swimming!

Dad took me into the pool. It was AWESOME!

Then I practiced my Wing Chun.

And finally, I cuddled with mommy to end a busy day!

The Cruel Taunts Of An Infant

In 2005, there were 328 Benjamins born in Quebec. It was the 22nd most popular name in the province and the 26th most popular nationwide that year. The important fact in all this is that I'll always have a better name than the 402 girls in Quebec born in 2005 named Oceane/Oceanne.

A Short Story In Pictures

Why am I in my high-chair with no shirt on?

It's my first birthday!?

And I get my own piece of cake?

Hmm, this plate is superfluous.

Apply hand to cake. Apply hand to face.

This is thirsty work!

When can I do this again?

Sick Of Being Sick

I'm just getting over this terrible flu my dad gave me. Thanks, dad! I had this awful cough and I got real hot and I've been miserable for days. The only thing that makes me feel better is mommy.

I don't care if it's day or night, rain or shine, hell or high water, when I want my mommy to make me feel better, she better come running! And don't try and tell me that daddy is any kind of good. He can talk to the tiny hand because my chubby face ain't listenin'. He got me in this mess in the first place so poop on him! Hmmm.... maybe I will...

Backlog

Daycare Blues

Mom and Nana took me to this place yesterday. There were a bunch of babies there that I'd never seen before, and some big people, too. Mommy disappeared for a while, but Nana stayed with me. It was sorta fun, but after a while, I wanted Mommy. Good thing she showed up!

Then today, Mommy took me there AGAIN! I found a ball to play with right away, and that was fun for a few minutes, but then, when I looked around, Mommy was GONE!?! I thought I heard her say goodbye while I was checking out that ball, but I never thought she actually meant it! I called for her and called for her for what seemed like forever. Then this nice lady showed up and we sang some songs for a while. That was pretty cool. But when it was over, I was ready for Mom again. Where was she?!? I must have called out for her for a few hours before she showed up! And boy did I let her have it! We'll see if she pulls that stunt anytime soon. Hah! I showed her!

The Big Picture

I call this look "Blue Steel".

To get to the other side?! That's a good one...

I mean, funny, like I'm a clown? I amuse you?

Fascinating.

I'm Loco For Motion

It's official, the Vincent household now has the pitter-patter of little feet.

Phew! Now, maybe my hands will stop tasting like shoe... No, wait, I like the taste of shoe. And the taste of shower door. And cables. And lamp. I love lamp.

Skill update:
- Climbing up and down stairs
- Passing things to other people
- Kissing other babies
- Making farty sounds with my mouth on mommy's tummy
- Sticking hand in shower spray at every opportunity
- Lifting blankets at the end of the bed and tickling feet
- Holding books up so people will read them to me

Linguistics update:
p, b, d, k, g, m, n, ɑ, i, ɪ, ɛ, æ, ʌ, ʊ, u, ə, o

PS: Dad was so excited he made me post again....
PPS: I also updated my profile.

One Step Closer to World Domination

Mwahahaha! I have finally managed to go more than 2 steps on my own! I walked about 15 steps twice today. With practice, I should be running by next week!

So close...so very close...

So Dirty

It Begins

Here is the first post I wrote myself:

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I think there's something wrong with my keyboard.

Checking In!

Caught in the Act




















Discovering Literature

I'm Too Sexy For This Haircut

I was gettin' pretty shaggy...


So the 'rents took me to the salon. Such a fancy name for this place, but it was pretty cool. They had these cool chairs with toys, and videos playing.
Then, this lady came over and made me laugh and played with my head for a while...

And now I'm purdy again...

CHEEEZZZ!

So Hungry

Warning: 9MB file...

One Too Many Chefs

Hand-Me-Way-Down

Uncle Derek, do you mind if I wear your clothes? Nana said I could.

So Thirsty

Time Flies By

In just over a week, I'll have been outside of the womb for longer than I was inside it. It's colder out here but MUCH more colourful. You kinda get tired of being in the dark after a while.

What new tricks have I learned? Hmmmm....

• I can free-stand. Kinda wobbly but I'm starting to get brave about it. Until I fall on my butt, then I bawl.
• My babble has all sorts of interesting sounds and even inflections. I also found my lips and could probably play a trumpet if I had to. When I learn to talk, hoo boy. Good luck getting me to shut up.
  
• I crawl like crazy. I can even follow mommy and daddy from room to room. I hear them trying to get away from me. No chance, suckers!
• Still trying to figure out how to pick up a Cheerio. I sometimes hold it in my fist and chew on my knuckles but I'm getting there.
  
• Sometimes I do something bad and mommy or daddy yell at me. It makes me feel terrible. I hate getting yelled at. It's not my fault! I'm sorry! Waaaah! (Heh, this routine makes 'em squirm...)
• This clapping thing intrigues me. Must keep practising. Day and night.
• This object here, what happens if I knock it over? Or this one? What about this one? Hm, what does this look like on the floor? Nope, not impressed. Let me try this one.
• Boo!
  

Howdy Y'all!

During my trip, I decided I wanted to be a pirate!













But that would probably land me in jail.



















So after having fun with the horses....















I wanna be a cowboy!!!!!















YEEEEEE HAW!

Yee Ha!

I'm off to Texas!