I was browsing through some of my pictures on Facebook, and I saw my house and didn't realize it was mine. That's how long we've been gone! Not really, but it feels that way sometimes. In all honesty, I just didn't recognize the floor in one picture. It is still somewhat new to us, afterall.
We're in Indy now for the next two weeks and it should be a fun time. Bp is doing well and continues to make me smile. He had quite a nice conversation with the other little boy today sitting next to us at the breakfast restaurant. Benjamin is quite vocal to say the least. The other boy didn't say a word and sat there with an interesting look on his face...almost as if he thought bp was some sort of alien. I for once want to be in a restaurant where another child is louder than Benjamin. It makes me wonder why some kids are quiet and others are loud. We're not loud people, so why would we produce a loud child? Do loud people produce quiet children? Hmm, perhaps someone should do a case study on this and get back to me.
*I* want to be the parent of the good, seemingly quiet child at a restaurant sometime. Of course, what then would I smile at? Who really wants a dull kid?
Maybe just a dull kid in a restaurant would be okay every now and then.
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I think he qualifies for working the floor at Wall Street.
He's very friendly and enjoys conversation. A lot like his Great Grandmama. What could be wrong with that?
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