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Ben and Bob`s 1st XMas & BDay Pt 2

Ben and Bob`s 1st XMas & BDay Pt 2
By deadmanseeking on 02/01/2015
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Well, all that is well and good, but this is a story about Ben and his first Christmas and Birthday with Robert`s family. Robert was living with his son, James and James` wife, Amy, and his step son and her son, Darrel. After church on the fist Sunday after New Years they had Robert`s family`s first Christmas and Birthday party.
It started bad. Angelesence, Ben`s sister and Robert`s granddaughter, learned the price of her hard play with James` dog, Charger. Charger came close to biting her and Angel started to learn to not think of Charger as someone to play with. After settling down from that, the party started to happen.
All gathered in the family room. James and Gwyneth surprised him with Christmas gifts. He was tapped out so he couldn`t give them anything. He could gift Angel and Ben, which he did. Ben was starting to walk and toddled all over the place.
He also was acquiring a new trick from Robert. Robert would flutter his lips with his fingers making a slurring BBBB sound. For a one year old, Ben came very close to accomplishing it. So, here`s this one year old
waddling like one who`s been walking nine months instead of four weeks with one to four fingers in his mouth going BBBB. It was the Christmas gift that keeps on giving.
Couple this with when he got over to grampy Robert he`d raise his hands. Now, as maybe was said earlier, Ben hadn`t spent much time with Robert. So Robert did as he had done maybe six times in Ben`s life which was to pick him up and tickle his soft cheek by gently brushing his beard against Ben`s. Ben`s eyes would light up and grin from ear to ear. Then, Robert would swing him up and lean back and place him on his chest and play patty cake with him. And Ben would grin from ear to ear again.
He`d set Ben down and Ben would toddle off to get picked up and cuddled by the others. And Angel would go over to him on her hands and knees and tickle him under his chin then say happy Birthday and merry Christmas.
Since they`ed eaten burgers and beans and salad before they opened Christmas and Birthday presents, it was now time for cake. Here, Ben`s talents were further revealed. He had mad skills for a one year old. He would grab a handful of cake with his hand and get almost all of it, including frosting into his mouth. He would then lick all the frosting off his hands. He`d then smile with, at one year old, almost all the frosting off his hands and face.
This was from a family who`s one year olds usually needed a full body scrub with an accent on hair washing after cake.
All of this is evidence, evidence of how well these two children were being raised by the union of the Lelands and Burrs. Point. How much the children laughed, even as much a drama queen Angel could be, how much six year old Angel played with Ben, how her step cousins, aunts, and uncles played with her showed how good the Sundays with the Burrs were.
All and all, even though Robert saw very little of most of Ben`s first Christmas, Birthday, and New Year, he was very happy with the evidence of how great the raising of his grandchildren was going. He found very much to chuckle about, including how safe his grandchildren were.
all for now thanks

? By deadmanseeking On 2/1/2015 2:27:36 AM
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