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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