Happy Father's Day

I love these 3 pictures. My only problem with them is that Caryn took all 3. I'm a little jealous. It's like the movie "American Psycho" when Patrick Bateman sees his colleagues "superior" business card and it fills him with an uncontrollable murderous rage...btw, has anyone seen Caryn? What was I talking about...yes, Father's Day. Not only are these 3 great pics, they capture my 3 favorite moods of Ben. The top is his normal Bennet face. The middle is "playful Ben". The bottom shot is the "attention grabber" pose.
Aside from being jealous of my wife's photography skills, today was also Father's Day, the guilty afterthought of Mother's Day. Thankfully, Ben's too little to make me some gross "breakfast in bed" like pretzel pancakes or cinnamon and basil scrambled eggs...those will come later. His first present to me was sleeping in until 7:15am. I was VERY grateful. My second present was a huge poop that smelled like...well...poopy scented blueberries...or blueberry scented poo. He did say thank you when I was changing him so all was forgiven. Finally, my third present came when Ben was taking a bath tonight. He's a little on "husky" side of toddlers and Caryn remarked that when slouched over, Ben had little boobies. He looked up at us and clear as day repeated "boobies." We laughed uncontrollably which in turn caused him to repeat his new word over and over which led to more laughing...it's a self-perpetuating circle. The day ended with a kiss and hug good-night. Every time he does that it makes me feel like a good dad. And that's what Father's Day is about. One simple reminder from your kid that he likes you.