Oh my god, I never blog anymore. It's partly laziness and partly the lack of anything compelling happening to me or passing through my brain. Ben and I spend are days together, some suck, some are awesome but they're hard to write about. There are many funny moments, like when Ben tries to eat my chin. He wraps his mouth around it, creates a seal and then bites down as hard as he can with his little gum ridges. And it's hard, believe me. And there's his new habit of pushing against us over and over in a rocking motion with his mouth wide open - we think it's a gesture of happiness and affection but we're not sure. And there's the incredible, incredible amount of drool (no, he's not teething, just DROOLING). Baby drool is a substance all to itself, slimy and viscous and mixed with regurgitated milk to give it a stretchy but milky consistency. Divine.

And my brain is jelly. I'm trying to get on the dissertation train but the most intellectually robust thing I've said lately is, "That's right Ben, get those fartsies out." I don't think they'll give me a degree for that. lol

But that said, life is pretty good these days. The weather is awesome. We go for walks and lounge in the backyard. We even braved the streetcar and went shopping along Queen St. W. the other day. Very big deal for me as I've been afraid of the stroller/streetcar sitch for a while. And Ben is just so cute these days. He loves us and reaches out for us and interacts and loves to roughhouse. It's just awesome. But hard to blog about. You just kind of have to see it.