ben with his beloved choo-choo, which he uses to get from place to place. he props his stuffed kitty on top of the train and gives it a ride around the kitchen, saying, "too-too! too-too!" with all his might and main. he may have a career with union pacific, i think.
yesterday he drove the choo-choo to the trash can, and, quiet as a mouse, took out a coffee filter full of wet grounds and spread them all over the floor. he was most pleased with himself as you can see.
he's also entering a hat phase. every day, he gets up from his nap and has lunch wearing his hat. he asks for it specifically. some days it's the baseball cap (below) and some days his winter hat with the ear flaps. how am i supposed to keep the hats clean under those conditions? who knows. he's liking pita bread with hummus at the moment, so the hats are in constant danger of being smeared with chickpeas. he's also enjoying grandma arly's home-made applesauce for lunch. we warm it up, and he eats it like it's going out of style.
this is ben's sad face, when his teeth hurt. i think the molars are coming in. for your information, i did give him a dose of infant motrin right after i took the picture. poor kid!
