What an odd child I have. Not that this is any new realization, but whatever. So he loves when we go over to our friends' house because they have an awesome backyard and a giant yellow lab named Honey - or as Tyler calls her, Honey Doggie. It doesn't matter what temperature either. Monday he played outside with her for 3 hours! And the awesome mother that I am, didn't even think to bring a hat or gloves or more than just a hoodie even. It's finally time to go. It's dark, it's cold, his hands are on the verge of frostbite. Does Tyler cry about it? No, but I would. Does he cry when I have to remove like 12 splinters he got from climbing on their snowmobile trailer? No. He doesn't even cry when I pour hydrogen peroxide on his first decent cut on his hand. He cried because I tried to put a bandaid on it. What a wierdo. What kid doesn't like bandaids? Especially spongebob ones.

Baby Blessing

All of Aaron's family happened to be in town for his Grandpa's 90th birthday party so we decided to bless Benson a week earlier than planned. I've never seen a bigger circle; it was a little ridiculous but it was all family except for 2 of Aaron's closest friends. We were glad to have them all there.