Winter wonderland

My parents do nothing but complain about winter. "It's too cold" they say. And, "the roads are slick" they complain. I don't really see what their problem with winter is!  It's really just a load of fun!!  First off, when dads forget their water cups in the car, they freeze into a nice ice-pop. One that is perfect for enjoying in the shower. 

Then there are Christmas movies. They are amazing. And you get to wear you jammies while you watch them. And you get to have sips of hit chocolate. Another plus for winter. 

You also get to have parties (as you got to read about in my previous post. These parties contain something truly amazing... Cookies!! (I'm failing to see the negative in this season.)

Then, your mom usually drinks nice, hot coffee (who am I kidding?  That's year-round!). If you cry enough, she will sometimes share with you when it's cold outside to help keep you warm. 

Finally, you get to travel. I write this while I'm flying in the air!  No, I haven't turned into a bird, but rather I'm on an airplane flying to visit my mom's family. We will be enjoying lots of Christmas festivities (or so I'm told), and I can only assume it will be fun!  

Count them: FIVE reasons why winter is amazing. I will just about bet you that I will have even more reasons once we get landed and begin the Christmas celebrations! 

This is Logan's mom. I thought his readers might enjoy a picture of the little traveler. 

Now back to your regularly scheduled blog posts. 

A Mom and Mini Party

I haven't made it a secret that my mom likes to keep me entertained. She wants me to have lots of friends and forces me to play with them. She takes advantage of every opportunity to get us kids together. The holidays were a perfect excuse for her to throw a party for me and my (her!) friends. 

I guess I am pretty lucky that she wanted to have fun, because I had a blast!  Having all my friends over to my house was just perfect!  I was exhausted (of course, it didn't help that I got up at 5:30 that morning) so I had an early bedtime and slept for 12 whole hours (with a few wakings in there...)!  Maybe if I give her my sweet, puppy dog eyes she will host another party soon!

Dad's Plane

In case you didn't know, my father is designing an aircraft. Yep, the Pops is making a plane. The secret is out after a lifetime (literally) of keeping it from the world. Since the world now knows about his project, and since it's going to fly soon, we got to go see it up close and in person!

I was obviously impressed. 

World, meet the Scorpion. 

On top of all the fun, there were some (in my humble opinion...boring) speeches. Now, if case you didn't know, toddlers don't necessarily enjoy sitting still listening to old people talk, and talk, and talk. So, my parents had to find a way to keep me quiet while dad's bosses went on and on. 

Sweet success 

Loooooong overdue

I have been a very bad blogger. I know, you know, we all know. I, Logan Wayne Bengtson, do promise to attempt to be better at blogging more daily(ish). Sorry. Please forgive me.

Since you last heard from me, I have turned one, gotten my first black eye, and celebrated Halloween and Thanksgiving. Unfortunately I don't have many pictures from any of these events at the moment. I will share a few I have on hand and a MIGHT share new blog posts with pictures from these events. 

We went to Bonefish Grill for my birthday dinner. I must say, asking a toddler to sit still for their birthday dinner isn't much fun!

Once my legs grow, I might enjoy this cool balance bike!

No, this is not eyeshadow.

Lainee and I relaxing over Thanksgiving 

How to get back at a thief

Boy am I mad. Furious. For weeks now I have been building up my supply for the zombie apocalypse. You know, all the important stuff. Toys, books, even my iPod. I found the perfect location - my parents' closet. The clothes hang all the way to the ground, so it's easy to hide objects there.  I went to retrieve a piece of my stockpile and found it MISSING!  When I finally got over my initial shock, I began my search. I found the missing iPod and soon figured out that my very own mother removed my items. I did what any sensible toddler would do, and I got back at her. She went to the bathroom to rinse out a diaper (yes, I planted that diaper to fulfill my plan). I followed behind; opened the toilet; and, before she even knew what was happening, tossed that iPod in the toilet. Serves her right!  Lesson learned, Mom?!  Don't touch my stuff!  Now I have to start my stockpile all over. Not what I was looking forward to after all these months of hard work. Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do.