Ben is such a spitter I'm amazed the tie wasn't ruined. It ended up in his mouth a few times, too. We always say we don't know how Ben is so big when it seems like he spits up a lot of his meals. Grandpa Richards calls him Ben Spitsupalot. I guess Max's name could be Max Runsfromdeer. Oh yes, the deer sightings continue at the Richards' house, and it's all he'll talk about for days.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Ben is all bundled still, even in the warming weather. Someone walking by us said, "Oh do you have twins?" Then they looked in the stroller.
I think Max really does think we named his younger brother Benihana instead of Benjamin. Someone asked him "What's your brother's name?" and he said, "Baby Benihana."
Friday, March 21, 2008
While recovering I thought besides other sitting down tasks, I'd work on sprucing up this blog. Instead, I spent my time on the Internet trying to find out if those costumed characters on Barney are child actors or little people. Couldn't find out. But I did learn that the guy in the Hip Hop Harry costume used to be Barney. No wonder Max loves those two shows so much. "When I say hip hop, you say Harry! Hip hop HARRY hip hop HARRY!"
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Ben's trying to eat Max's fingers.
And he succeeds!
Off to bed now. I'm a little sore, but some sleep and more pain meds should help. Plus I have the next two days off work to recover.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
He's asleep now, thank goodness, in his bed. He really is going to be an easy-going child with his older brother around. Case in point, before I began this post I put Ben down to sleep in his bassinet. When I sat down here at the kitchen table, Max trooped on in there and woke him up. Ben hollered but went back to sleep. I sternly sat Max down and tried to talk to him about leaving Ben alone while he's sleeping. All Max did was try to change the subject. He kept interrupting me and telling me he needed a new shirt. He's caught on to my distraction technique I use on him when he's on the verge of a tantrum. He's smart and tricky, that toddler.
It reminds me of when he met the Jazz Bear. We tried to get a cute picture, instead he's screaming and pushing that poor mascot away. He was almost a year old then. Last fall he went with JB to a Jazz game and loved seeing Bear -- for days he told me, "I went to game with daddy and saw bear and bear sprayed. He sprayed momma!" Silly string that is. Now this new deer experience has replaced his other animal encounter I guess.
Speaking of protecting Baby Ben, Max freaks out when I vacuum. He runs to the couch, tucks in his feet, and chatters at me -- "Don't vacuum me! Don't vacuum Baby Ben! Don't vacuum my toys!"
Monday, March 10, 2008
The goal is to have the boys share to make them become Best Friends Forever. To start the transition, we wheeled our sleeping baby beauty into the hallway Friday night. He slept a long time and therefore so did we. But Saturday night he somehow ended up right next to me again. This momma missed peeking over the bassinet's edge in the wee hours and seeing those eyes like a raccoon staring up at me. Next week's goal: get tough.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Hot: "The Office." Not Hot: The writer's strike that delayed new episodes of "The Office." Long live Jam!
Hot: Spider Solitaire. Not Hot: My losing record in the darn game.
Hot: Jelly Bellies as a potty-training reward. Not Hot: A toddler who refuses to be potty-trained.
Hot: Eating Jelly Bellies as a reward for changing a big toddler’s diapers.
Hot: JB’s cooking. Lasagna, choc chip cookies, breakfast burritos, chili verde, and pizza come to mind.
Hot: American Idol, Biggest Loser, Celebrity Apprentice, America's Next Top Model, Food Network, Eli Stone, Take Home Chef, Jon and Kate Plus 8, Jane Austen on Masterpiece, Hip Hop Harry, Big Comfy Couch.
Not Hot: Wow I watch a lot of TV.
Those last two shows are Max's favs by the way. I think I now know more about Hip Hop Harry than anybody in the whole world, besides JB and Max.
Hot: My new red shoes. Not Hot: My slow connection that won't upload a picture of my new red shoes.
Not Hot: Daylight Saving Time. Good night!
Ben is now in 6-9 month clothing, at three months old. We've taken to calling him Chubby, but should stop b/c Max thinks that's his name. He hollared at me the other day, "Chubby touched my leg!" He also thinks Ben's alias is Benihana.
Funny things 2 1/2 year old Max has said recently:
"When I'm bigger, I want to be Daddy."
"When I'm a baby, I want to sleep in Ben's Bassinet."
Poor confused toddler.
Friday, March 7, 2008
By the way this is the only picture that finally posted after 45 minutes of trying. My Internet connection at home is quite slow. Hopefully more will be coming soon.
To practice, here are some of the latest pictures of our boys.