He’s fine. I find it harder to blog about Ben than Pru at this stage, because she’s doing stuff, having all manner of toddler misadventures, whereas he’s still in the adorable blob area: he sleeps, he cries, he cuddles, he eats, he … anti-eats. All of it adorable, none of it notable. He’s as bad as his sister was about needing to be held constantly when awake; he naps during the day pretty well but sleeps less soundly than Pru did at this point and is much harder to get back down when he wakes.
I’ll try to keep my newly revitalized blogging equally balanced, but it’ll take some effort. How much?
Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much:
Dwyeropolis 
I was born in Mass and grew up with all that luscious fresh fish and I sure do miss it out here in the dry dreest of Utah I haven’t had any Maine lobster since 2005 when my husband and I took a trip back there to visit family. Your contest is a Godsend for a try to make my tummy happy!!