Ben at the bat.

Ben had a checkup this morning. He's 34 inches tall and 27 pounds. Usually it takes awhile for him to warm up to Dr. Tapper, but the stethoscope was tickling his chest, so we got a few smiles out of him. He doesn't like having his ears inspected, though. He was screaming and crying and saying 'mama' over and over again while it was happening. Not my favorite part of the visit.

Dan gave Ben this batting tee thing for his birthday last year, but he's just now understanding the whole point of it.

This kid makes us laugh so hard. He's all over the place. Mister Energy. Like at 30 seconds in, for example, when he checks out his physique on the computer screen. Or at 48ish seconds in when he decided he's had enough batting practice and instead wants to take a snooze.

Oh and by the way. There's stuff all over the place in our dining room because we're having our basement refinished. There are guys working downstairs and Ben likes to knock on the door and watch them.