A brief glimpse into the daily happenings of a 6-year-old, his new baby brother and his family.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Knight of the Panther

This weekend, Ben was invited to his friend Darby's birthday party. His girl friend Darby's princess party. His girl friend Darby's DRESS UP princess party. Luckily we had a knight costume in the dress up box, so Ben dressed in his knightly best and headed to the party. Darby's mom has a face painting business, so she put the finishing touches on his costume.
Part of me wishes those were his real eyebrows.

Today at school, the class celebrated the letter "P" by having a Pajama day. A Pajama day with Pancakes. A Pajama day with Pancakes and face Painting. Ben chose to celebrate Pajama Day with Pancakes and face Painting by turning into a Panther.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

But does your belt match your shoes?

It might be time to buy some orange shoes... Ben is officially an orange belt in Tae Kwon Do.

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

What you Get

In true "Rainman" fashion, many activities in Ben's life revolve around the same process/procedure every time. For example, eating lunch at Planet Sub. The routine is always the same. We order, we sit at a table (he has a "table" in each Planet Sub in the city), we wait. We eat. Ben uses a million napkins simply because he likes the novelty of pulling them out of the napkin dispenser on the table. Over a month ago (and after the 10th napkin), I said, "Dude. Cool it with the napkins. You're killing trees."

Yesterday, we went to Planet Sub near Tae Kwon Do (table in the back on an elevated platform near the soda machine). The routine was going along as usual when all of the sudden, Ben stopped.

B: Mom? Why do I kill trees when I use lots of napkins.

H: Because trees give us paper and these napkins are made of paper. So, when we use lots of napkins, the logging companies have to cut down more trees (yeah, I said that. I'm a tree hugging hippie, remember?)
B: Oh.
Several minutes pass and I can tell Ben is thinking carefully. We continue to eat and then tilts his head to the side and looks confused
B: So, dogs give us nothing?

As someone who often says seemingly random things out loud, I totally appreciated his inner monologue, which probably went like this:
Trees give us paper.

Cows give us milk.
Chickens give us eggs.
Target gives us toys.
Costco gives us snacks.
Dogs give us........... uh..........hmmmmm.....

Monday, February 2, 2009

Yuck

Ben has a new pet. Nope, it's not another dog. Not a cat, either. Not a fish or a bird or a gerbil ('cause, frankly...ewww.). This pet doesn't need food or water and is acclimating to life in our house well. Internet, my son has a brand new piece of armpit lint that he fished out of his bath last night.
You heard me. Armpit lint. From the bath. Saved from the swirling vortex of the draining water only to need a rapid rescue from the bathroom floor. Ben named his lint, "Yuck." The details, available at this time are as follows:


* Yuck is a boy.
* Yuck began life as a fuzzy navy blue hoodie. He was from the land of "armpit-ia."
* To keep Yuck safe, he lives in a small, round Gladware container with lid firmly secured.

* Yuck is terrified of the dark. Last night, he needed a large, shop-sized flashlight to illuminate his container when Ben went to bed.


Photos coming soon along with requests for recommendations for a nice psychiatrist for preschoolers.