Thank you to everyone for your warm wishes last week. We are home from the hospital and doing well. While I have every intention of posting regularly, I suspect I will not be around to your blogs as often as I would like. Also, I cannot speak for the quality of the writing around here in the next few weeks or months because I am sore, engorged, tired, and only have time to write between feeding, pumping, and taking care of the other two. But, I hope you bear with me and keep coming around to see how we fare as we begin to figure out what life as a family of five will look like.
Sometimes we think that two-year-old Benjamin’s verbal skills far outstrip his cognitive skills. He seems able to talk about things he doesn’t understand, and we often get the feeling he has no idea what he is on about. Sometimes, however, he treats us to a wicked sense of humor as if to remind us he is smarter than we think he is.
Sitting at the dinner table, swinging his legs, he stubs his toe. “Uh-oh. I got a boo-boo.”
“Where’s the boo-boo, Ben?”
“It’s down there. It’s hiding!”
“Your boo-boo is hiding?”
“Yeah. Where’s the boo-boo?” Then, he pushes from the table, sliding dramatically backwards and swinging his foot into the air. “There it is!” he giggles proudly. He has invented the first-ever game of boo-boo peek-a-boo.