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We took The Ben to get his first professional pictures taken this week (because the 2,337 digital pictures we’ve snapped thus far just aren’t enough) and were surprised to learn our son prefers his women short, bubbly, a little peculiar (in a pleasant kind of way) and much, much older. His photographer made all the right moves and had Ben smiling like he had known her for years (who knows – maybe he has). I started just a tad bit jealous to see this complete stranger coaxing giggles out from inside our little butterball when those things have typically been offered mostly for family and friends, but then I realized if our Ben turns out to be the boy/man that we see in him now, he’ll be flashing that infectious grin at more and more people every day. Anyhoo. . . the pictures should be online shortly for those who’d like to see them, just as soon as Ben stops laughing, keeping me from my web-updating activities.

Up next? The Ben’s third trip to Cheeseland, USA - this time to see his grandmomma’s house in Eeewww Claire. The trip will start with zero miles on the trip meter, a sleepy mom just returned from a night’s work, a tired baby recently fed and awaiting his mid-morning nap, and a wired dad fresh off of four-and-a-half cups of joe. The trip will end 300 miles later with a still sleepy mom, an uncomfortable infant, and a wired dad fresh off of four-and-a-half cups of joe. At least we know there will be some great cooking awaiting us on the other side of the line. . .