Running in place

Not much to say these days. We're kind of in a holding pattern till spring. The apartment is getting smaller and smaller, and Dad is running out of ideas!

Ben seems to feel the same way, and despite his new found affection for feeding himself, he has decided to go on a hunger strike until nature makes the snow go away. Luckily he's just a little guy and he'll most likely forget why he went on the strike as soon as a new cause comes along...like child labor laws abroad or grape flavored cheerios.

We went to the park yesterday anyway because it was on the verge of warm enough. Unfortunately, it is quite hard to make sure your 10 (almost 11) month old doesn't fall off the open areas and at the same time get to the bottom of the slide when he decides to plummet down. This is probably why God instituted marriage in the first place; one parent to help the child at the top and one to catch them at the bottom.

At home, we've also had to get rid of some of our time honored time wasters. For instance, we've been playing guitar far less, unfortunately. Ben has decided to give up on the music and attempt to eat as many guitar strings as possible before he turns one year old. He'll still give 'er one or two strums, but the scenario usually plays out in this fashion: strum, strum, grabandbite.

So until warmer weather arrives, we'll be pushing computer chairs, stuffed dogs, little stuffed blue chairs, yellow bumbo chairs and large rubber balls around the apartment. Usually with our heads.