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March 27 More Po-lums, please!We've begun introducing Ben to Shel Silverstein. He loves it! He always asks for more po-lums. Not sure why poems needs an extra L but around here it does. Actually, around here L is a pretty big deal.
Daffodil becomes daffodilla
World becomes worlud
Girl becomes gurluh
By the way, Ben has a girlfriend now. Or at least a girl who really likes him. His friend Truman has a little sister. Mona will be two this summer. Today, when she saw him at the park, she jumped up and down in her two-footed prance-y way and shouted, "Ben!!" As we left the park, her mom reported to me, Mona said, "Bye, Ben! I love you!"
We love you too, Mona.
March 26 Too much time around women?Ben received a lovely fuzzy scarf in the mail a few weeks back. The same kind of scarf all the girls are wearing right about now. Steve took one look at it and said, "Why is my son wearing a feathered boa?"
Ben replied, "It is NOT. It's a beautiful soft scarf and I like it."
At least it's not just my boy. Ben's best friend Luke came to the house yesterday and the first words out of his mouth were, "I like your new curtains, Miss Valerie. They're beautiful!"
My husband didn't even notice them.
Ben really needs to spend more time around scratching hairy macho men. All the boys do.
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Tonight about 8:24 PM.
BEN: Mama! I hurt my cheek. Mama. I hurt my cheek. Mama. I hurt my cheek.
(repeated for my benefit because he was supposed to be in bed so he just opened his door and shouted this down the stairs till I came to see what was going on)
MAMA: How did you hurt your cheek?
BEN: The shade fell on it.
MAMA: The shade? Why weren't you in bed?
BEN: Because I didn't want to.
MAMA: Why didn't you want to be in bed?
BEN: Because it's too long to the six!
Poor Ben. I have taught him how to "read" a digital clock. He is not allowed to get out of his room and come get me or Papa till he sees the 6 in just the right spot under the stickers. For those of you who can read digital clocks that translates to Ben can't get out of bed till 6 or later in the morning.
And yes, we actually need this rule. Without it, Ben was getting up at 5:45, 5:30, 5:15 and demanding to go downstairs to watch TV. Or play with his extraordinarily loud bulldozer. Or eat breakfast.
Today, Ben slept in. He didn't wake up till 6:18.
And, nope. Changing his bedtime doesn't help. He still gets up at 6. Or earlier.
You can pity me, if you want, but Ben goes to bed at 7:00 PM. I get my whole evening Caillou free.
Wahoo! March 22 Helmets, RepriseTurns out the grandparents don't know what a scooter is. So, a few more details about the whole scooter incident. I've attached 2 pictures of Ben with his scooter taken on his birthday. And a stunning closeup of Ben's mangled face after his meeting with the pavement. Considering all the crying and carrying on, you'd have thought the damage to be much worse.
Tho, of course, I may have made it a little worse by using a cleaning pad with alcohol in it...
Sadly, MSN's blog doesn't show the pictures inline with the text. I'm bummed about that but not so bummed I'll go find another blogging site.
And a few comments from the peanut gallery this week:
STEVE: If Ben wakes up tonight complaining that the aliens are coming to steal his fuzzy cows, it's all my fault.
Upon further questioning, Steve followed up with:
Well, I couldn't tell him the aliens would give him an anal probe...
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BEN: Carry me up the stairs, Mama.
MAMA: No, Ben, I can't. You're getting too heavy. I have to be careful.
BEN: Maybe you should go see a chiropractor.
March 20 Yay, helmets!Sunny weather. Warm temperatures.
Unusually nice weather for Seattle in March.
We head over to Bill Reims Park today, scooter and helment in hand.
Ben took off down the hill. Fast.
Too fast.
Biffed it and wiped out.
Helmet-covered head first. Helment skidded forward and Ben took the rest of the fall on his face.
Nice scrape across the top of his nose. Even nicer bloody scap under his nose.
While his nose was spectacularly bloody, you should see the helmet. Gouged a nice hole out of the middle, scraped the top off.
Better the helmet than my kid's head, eh?
March 09 Picture Day!Preschool.
Picture Day.
I had no idea.
Turns out I got inducted today in the mom side of that traditional rite of passage kids deal with every year in school: picture day.
First, let me state I had no idea, NONE AT ALL, that preschool would so closely mimic real school. I had no idea we'd have pictures taken of the kids in class. Not until I received the order form with the "packages" to pick from. As a kid, I hated those stupid packages because my parents always got the good pictures and all I was left with was the wallets to give people.
As a mom? I'm not that much happier. ALL the packages come with wallet photos. Who carries photo sleeves in their wallets anymore? I just got slammed with a bunch of mother-guilt when I saw those wallet photos in all the packages: *I* don't carry pictures of Ben with me. *I* don't have a wallet sleeve in my wallet.
Anyway, so I finally figured out who was getting pictures (and what size) and placed my order. (Only to be slammed by more mother guilt: we took pictures of Ben at Sears last September and I *still* haven't mailed those photos off to Aunt Karen and Aunt Lisa. Now I'm just going to wait till the school pictures come in.)
And then I dealt with this morning: picking clothes out for a fiercely independent dresser who insists, absolutely INSISTS on wearing clothes with trucks on them. Seriously. I was in such a crisis about this last year my sister spent some quality time with Google to find shirts his size with trucks on them. All kinds of trucks: loaders, bulldozers, cement mixers, dump trucks, excavators, dino-excavators. It's crazy. I think we have exactly three shirts that have NOTHING on them, and two were given to Ben by his Grandpa for Christmas (very nice flannel plaids, both of them).
So, today, we compromised on a shirt with a, well something. I think it was a combination dumper and spreader. I dunno. What I *do* know is that it was a white shirt with the design way down low... very low. So, it's just possible it won't show up in his picture. It will in the class picture, however.
And we combed Ben's hair this morning.
And washed the marker off his face from the night before.
And washed the booger off his face from early morning sneezes.
Sadly, these are not normally part of our morning routine.
Well, the booger would be. We always clean off boogers.
Permanent marker? That can stay there for days.
We're not proud.
I'll scan his very first school photo when it comes in. And, nope. I don't have any idea when that will be.
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