It's funny how Benjamin will love something one day and absolutely hate it the next. Case in point: chicken. In the past he has gobbled up chicken, especially at Chick Fil-A or Arby's. Recently that has become a small battle (in fact, he's refusing all meats at the moment). When we had Chick Fil-A last week, he refused to eat the chicken off of his tray. Instead he kept grabbing for my box. Eventually we figured out if we put his chicken in my box, he'd eat it. In the last two days at home, he's been refusing chicken no matter what we do -- on his tray, in a bowl, in Mommy or Daddy's hands. We hope this phase passes.
His current obsession is taking stuff out of boxes, drawers, etc. Matthew said that yesterday Benji spent half an hour taking every piece of mail off the stack and handing it to Matthew individually. He did similar stuff for me, taking each item out of the bathroom drawer and cabinet. He doesn't just drop the items, but rather hands them to you and expects to be thanked. We really hope he figures out putting stuff in soon since I have far too many Legos around the family room.
Although we try not to let him watch too much TV, we have a little game show junkie on our hands. Even if he's playing nicely and ignoring the TV, as soon as he hears Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune come on he'll turn around and give the game show his full attention. Why do game shows captivate him more than PBS Kids? The other show he's really into right now is Veggie Tales. NBC has started carrying Veggie Tales on Saturday mornings and Benji loves it. He gets upset when the commercials come on and the Veggies go away. I figure watching half an hour once a week isn't terribly harmful and is actually kind of nice to have him snuggle in my arms in our bed and watch together. He's so snuggly!
Benji also continues to grow up and leave some little baby habits behind. He's now taking baths in the real tub (he kept trying to climb out of the baby tub). He no longer takes any formula (whole milk instead). And he no longer has any bottles (just sippy cups, some of which really aren't all that different from bottles). But, one habit he hasn't left behind is the thumb. He still loves his right thumb!
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
