They can’t come soon enough.  Ouch!

They are on their way, and might get here in time!

Once they’re here, I’ll be ready to chomp with them against my one other tooth.

Grrrrr….

Today I got to learn all about coughing up dinner–something M&D called “vomiting”.  Unfortunately, this happened to be a first-person experience, and not a third-person experience.

I really wished that M&D could make it stop, but I guess they couldn’t.  I really hope this never happens again!

Well, I’m keeping up on my job as washing machine inspector.  I tell ya, though, there something fishy going on.  The washing machine keeps shrinking!  I used to be able to look right in there without even leaning over!

Mommy has promoted me, too.  Not only do I get to inspect,  I get to help move clothes from the washer to the dryer!  It won’t be long before I’m chief dryer inspector, too!

(Ed Note: And we can’t wait to promote you to chief clothes folder as well, Ben!)

My new top teeth are rapidly making their appearance.  I’ve got a new skill now: flashing the toothy grin!  (Oh, and having enough hair so that it sticks up is good, too.)

You can see in these pictures the top teeth that I’ve been working on for the past couple weeks.

While I’ve been getting along quite well lately with my finger foods, I can see the benefit of some top teeth go with my bottom ones.  But getting these babies installed has been a real pain!  I’ve heard of this thing called ‘outsourcing’.  Maybe I could hire out this unpleasant job?  Can any of my readers provide references?

(Ed. Note:  In light of the last couple weeks’ painful developments, Ben’s new best friends (after M&D, of course) are Mr. Motrin, Mr. Acetaminophen, and Mr. Orajel.)

… ’cause they sure don’t look like mine!

… or at least they’re too far away to get them to my mouth!

I’m getting to the bottom of the bottle and I have to make sure the milk doesn’t come out my ears!  I’ve heard this can happen when you’re taking 4.5 ounces from the bottle!

(Ed. Note: This picture might also be captioned: “What’s that you say?  The bottle’s empty?  I can’t heeeaaar yoooouuuu!”)

Still getting used to this sneezing thing.  I lose control of my face muscles every time – oh – but I guess I didn’t really have much control over those yet anyway.  Hey, when are humans going to evolve away from the need for this?

I’m literally relieved to report that on the 9th day, I finally gave way to the prune juice onslaught, filling a healthy sized #3 diaper with #2.  Thanks for the concern of all those out there.  And your welcome for me not posting a picture with this entry.

I decided the other day to really put one of these diapers to the test.  I mean, let’s do some strife testing to find out what these things are really made of!

To prepare for test day, I saved and saved my “uncuteness” for several days, and then pummeled my test unit all at once with everything I had.  The result was fairly predictable.  Within a few minutes, you can see the damage that was done!

I would like to extend my thanks to my support staff for their valuable assistance during this testing procedure.  They provided the raw materials and cleanup for this very informative experiment!

(Ed. Note: You’re welcome.)