Ho hum.  Yet another load of laundry to move.  Do the laundry chores ever end??

Well, I guess as long as I can have some fun doing them, then it’s OK.

One of my new favorite things to do is play with the shiny knobs on the door.  Now that I know how to move the stool around, it’s no problem reaching them.  Now if I could just figure out why M&D get that worried look on their faces when I’m having so much fun.  Really Mom.  Dad?  What is it?

I got the keys and I’m gonna get this door open!

Oops!  Busted!

(Ed. Note: Good luck unlocking the hinge, Ben!)

Ho Hum.  Just another day keeping up with politics.  As if I didn’t have enough to do already!

What’s this? Still no health care reform!?

You gotta love the shopping cart concept.  Too much to carry?  Is it too heavy?  No problem!  Put in the cart and take it with you!  I bet people couldn’t buy as much stuff at the store before shopping carts were invented.

Oh, and the stuff that doesn’t fit in the cart?  Goes in your mouth, silly.

Hello blog readers!  This is just a little reminder that our 2009 Christmas Letter can be found online from the main page.  Please take a look, though if you’re a regular reader of the blog, you won’t be surprised by its contents – namely that our lives revolve around Ben these days.  Merry Christmas, everybody!

– The Management

Daddy always has these big books on his nightstand.

I don’t know why it takes him so long to finish with them.  I just flip right through them from front to back!  No problem!

Me and my spoon – we’re gonna get you!  Even if it takes all morning!

(Ed. Note: Ben is becoming quite proficient at plucking Cheerios from milk with his spoon!)

As you can imagine, this disaster:

…was perpetrated by Daddy, who probably shouldn’t be allowed to dress himself, much less somebody else.  Dad!  Don’t you know that you can’t wear stripes with plaid?!  They’re never going to let me into kindergarten now!

Lately, I’ve taken to wearing the goggles around the house.  I like the dark ones – don’t they make me look cool?

Daddy says he thinks I could get a job as one of those nuclear blast observers, but I gave him a stinky face meaning, “Silly Daddy, above ground nuclear weapons testing is illegal these days!”.