Melmo

Before this past week, I had never heard Ben say Elmo's name, had no idea he knew who Elmo was, and couldn't have even told you where Joshy's Hokey Poky Elmo was. Fast forward to this weekend and whenever curly hair enters your eye line, so does red fur. That Elmo is more than half his size, but it is carried about the house, put down only to Hokey Poky and then picked up again. As a general rule, if Ben is not distracted by toys, he is attached to me at the hip. Trying to get my breakfast in before he noticed me, I had grabbed my donut and slipped into the bathroom, thinking I had missed his sight. Right. So, there I sit eating my donut in the bathroom, me, Ben and Elmo. When he does Hokey Poky, Ben starts swinging his arms along and turning when we "turn ourselves around". He is so happy when with his friend. Tonight I snapped a couple of pictures but then he became fascinated with the camera once he noticed me, so I kept saying "Where's Elmo??" to try and shift his focus back to what I was trying to capture. I must have said it four or five times when Joshy finally walks over, picks up the doll from in front of me and says "He is right here." Thank you Joshy.