A thousand memories

The things we (Ben and I) have been talking about non-stop lately:  Camping. Nana’s sand toys. The ice cream truck. The beach. The fishing pole (a stick). Uncle Patrick’s fishing. The cool spider webs on the dock. Cameron and Daniel (cousins) and how old they are. Grammy’s amazing basement. The inflatable pool in Grammy’s back yard. Grandpa’s helicopter that didn’t work so he needs to go fix it (with a screwdriver, to be specific). Grammy’s tools and the bugs (hexbugs) she turned off in the basement. Being pushed on the swing at the park by Grandpa. Getting wet in the splash pad. Taking a walk with Audie and Nana and Papa. All the mechanical parts of the camper/trailer. The fires (so many firpits!). Making a marshmallow. The baseball game with grammy and all the homeruns. The silly bird (Louie the Loon). Running to first base. The little girl’s happy birthday (the whole crowd sang to her) and seeing her blow out the candles (which she did not do in front of us I might add, but Ben remembers it nonetheless).

I literally cannot quiet this boy down. He made so many memories in the past five days and he is unpacking all the memories rapid-fire, jumping from one thing to the next.  Tonight when he was lying in bed he was blabbering on the whole time I was singing and all of a sudden he exclaimed, “We found Fr. Don’s campsite!” It was hilarious. There were so many of my parent’s friends up at the campground that I never really talked to Ben about Fr. Don specifically, but he must have taken a walk with Nana at some point and walked by Fr. Don’s campsite. And that little sliver of memory decided to consolidate at that moment and that is the beauty of a two-year-old mind.

This little dude is a sponge and right now he is SOPPING WET! 🙂






Ben Dan Cam

Ben at Beach


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