Yawn

Yawn. Bathtime is getting sooooo routine. How's about a shark? A sting ray? Something, Anything to up the excitement. Hey, anybody got a noose?

Wherrrrrre's Benny?

She'll NEVER find me under this dish towel. So slow that one. Constantly spouting, "Wherrrrrrre's Benny? Wherrrrrrre's Benny? Does anyone see Benny?" I could be right in front of her face and she still wouldn't see me. Where's the challenge? It's just too easy. God Bless her little heart. I still love her.

Pbbbbbbbbt

Pbbbbbbbt. This is what I think of all your stupid pictures. Just let me go a day without shoving that hunk of metal in my face once. For the love of Pete, pa'lease motherrrrr.

Splish Splash

Ah, bathtime, the perfect end to a stressful day. You can't see the candles and soft music, but you better believe they're there. I like to do me right. Because if I learned anything from my soft tunes like Whitney's Greatest Hits (not her crack hits), it's that learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Not just a party

FINALLY! Ben's first birthday rave bash blowout extravaganza pictures are posted! The party was complete with these games: 'Pin the Nose on the Ben,' 'Attack and Kill the Coloring Castle,' 'The Fastest Walker Using Ben's now obsolete Learning Walker,' and 'Cash Cow,' a.k.a. 'Cha Ching,' a.k.a. 'the pinata.' Good Times!

Let them eat cake

Ben applies his usual finesse while gracefully enjoying his birthday cake. Miss Manners would be proud.