Grandma Schultz reminded me that I haven't updated the blog in a while, so here I am.

Ben cracks Steve and I up. He's got quite a personality and has also learned the art of the temper tantrum. When he gets really upset he stomps on one foot and then the other and does a fake cry and starts rubbing his eyes. It's actually hard not to laugh at him when he does this little dance, but I try to explain to him that if he's frustrated he needs to say why, not just get upset. Hard to tell a not-quite-2 year old how to do that though!

A few of Ben's favorite words: choo-choo (he refuses to say train), cat, tree, book, truck, airplane, blocks, please, thank you ... most of the time his words are still jiber-jaber, but he thinks he's saying something really important.