Wild, Like My Hair
Ben has just been let loose with his recent and ever-improving walking. He now knows he needs to hold onto the door jamb as he goes from one room to the next so he doesn't trip. He also loves to play the "I'm gonna get you" game with Lisa, waiting excitedly for her to chase him up the stairs, usually with a blanket in tow. The highlighted bit in the photo below is Ben's "Headbuttin' Bump." He's become very adept at thwacking both of us when we least expect it. Like when we're lying down in bed with our eyes closed trying to sleep.
We also had our first (of many, I'm sure) technological victims last week. While I was distracted on a phone call, Ben managed to walk away with my cell phone and decided to test its water-resistant properties in Dexter's bowl. After some long hair dryer sessions and a few overnights in a tupperware container surrounded by silica packs (you know, those things you're not supposed to eat) I slapped the battery back in and hit the power. Luckily it started up just fine. Another few hours, and the last remaining bit of moisture was completely gone from the screen.
