Grandma's in town!

Ben just met his grandmother (of the wisconsin sort) this fine friday afternoon. Her arrival was met with a gassy smile and a sucking of the fist - by the dad - while Ben continued sleeping. Pizza was had, babies were cooed over and daughters were smothered with gifts from treasured origins. Nice stuff. GRANDMomma C will be staying with the sleep-deprived for a week. There is rumor of an attempt to smuggle The Ben into cheese-land at the end of the week - we'll have a crack squad of overprotective parent's guarding the door . . .

getting this started

So, hello.

I hope these days find you all happy and well. Ben is sitting in his bouncer on the floor next to me enduring my vocal abuse directed towards the computer screen in my attempt to get this whole web thing started. I understand that babies don't pick up on the foulness of our language at this early juncture in their life, but maybe someone can help me verify that information - just to be sure. . .

Well, Anna is the wordsmith in the family, so we should just let her do the majority of the talking. I'll stick to cutting grass and changing diapers. But as you can see, this is one of those 'blog' thingies, and this is where we can all keep tabs on the goings-on in our lives as they pertain to what effect they might have on my son on the future. And of course, this is the place where you can all find out new information on that little dude, just as soon as he makes it happen. Every milestone, feat of amazement, interesting fact or bowel movement resembling a celebrity will be recorded here.

So come on back, drop Ben a line, and keep on keepin' on.