Benny these days

Where to even begin. I feel like Benny is transfoming into more of a "big" toddler...moving way too quickly to a preschooler than I care to see.
However, now that he sleeps (most of the time knock.on.wood) through the night and can communicate much more, he is becoming so much fun!

Benny boy, you make us laugh multiple times a day with your antics. You cannot complete a meal without grunting, yelling, belly laughing, pounding something on the table (fork, spoon, cup, your hands) and for your grand finale (every.single.meal) you do what we call "drop the mike". This is simply where you lift whatever you fancy for that meal, put it over the floor and drop it like a rock star would throw down their michrophone so as to tell us your "out" or done with your food.

You LOVE dip. I mean it, I've never seen anything like it. Ketchup, ranch, jalepenio yougurt dip, spinach dip, salsa. Last night at your daddy's birthday dinner your tete gave you a bottle of scope to keep you occupied and you proceeded to take the bottle and dip it in your ketchup then lick the bottle. Everything is just a vehicle for the dip :) You also dipped the bread, pretzel, even a spoon full of ice cream in the ketchup and ate it last night. Silly baby.

You still don't have a ton of words, well, not English words anyway. We are all starting to figure out what you are trying to tell us better. Unfortunately when you get truly frustrated by not being able to say what you mean you turn a little...violent. You understand what we are saying much better than you can say anything yourself.  We can ask you to put something away, go get your shoes, or what you want to eat and get a response.  You either saunter away or emphatically shake yes or no.  You are a total biter. I have a giant welt with fang marks on my thigh right now from where you bit me the other day out of pure frustration. We are starting to discipline more, and that seems to be working well. You know when you do something wrong, pull your sisters hair, hit, etc, but it always seems to be from a place of frustration.

You are a runner, you love to run: everywhere. You love basketball, anything that makes noise, stacking toys, your shape toy (where you fit the shapes into their holes), screwing lids on and off of cups or tupperwear. You continue to be absolutely fascinated with all things involving physical work. Machinery,  big trucks, things that make loud noise- furnaces, water tanks, wheel berrows, brooms, rakes, leaf blowers...you get the gist. We visited the local fire station a few weeks ago and you LOVED it! For only being 1 1/2 you were totally fascinated. I guess what I'm saying is you are ALL BOY. Your sister was swaddling babies at this age...you prefer to chuck them on the floor.

Here are a few cute pics from the fire station trip.

You have changed SO much in this past year. You are truly a joy, you have a total sense of humor. One of our favorite things is to listen to you jibber jab to yourself before you fall asleep, you screech like Axel Rose at the start of "welcome to the jungle", you love to steal other people's forks, spoons, cups, you continue to adore your naked time. You are notorious for standing on the back of the couch right after bath time, stark naked giving a show to all the neighbors.

Sunriver last summer (both still babies)

Sunriver this summer, movers and shakers!

We all love you more than words can say. You round out this family in the most perfect way little man.

xo
Mama