There’s something liberating about posting in the middle of the day instead of after midnight. And timely.
Lately, Ben’s obsession has been babies. He told us a few weeks ago that he has a baby sister named Sarah. At first he pretended that his blankie was Sarah, but just this morning he cast his small bean-bag Razorback in that role.
This latest trend probably is his reaction to several of our friends’ pregnancies or fresh-borns. Alvis’ wife is about to pop, and Lady J on Thursday gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. (by the way, I call one of our couple friends “Lady J” and “Sir J” not because they’re royalty or into anything kinky, but because they have the same first initial. I needed some type of qualifier).
After whom is Ben’s virtual baby sister named? I’m not sure, but I’m guessing it isn’t my second-to-last girlfriend (Shannon being the last and final).
Last night, when we went to see Lady J and Sir J’s baby girl R after I got off work, Ben watched her skillfully lie there on her mommy’s hospital bed wrapped in a baby blanket burrito. He asked, “Does she crawl?”
We all laughed. “No, Ben she doesn’t crawl right now. She doesn’t do much at all right now,” I said.
“Does she walk?”
More chuckles as we worked together to prevent Ben from poking her vulnerable skull through her knit cap. A finger to the cerebrum rarely is a good thing.
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Ben looks on as R, a baby all of us can see, does her best nothing.
Ben peeks at what’s inside a baby blanket burrito (note Tow Mater in Ben’s hand).
Today, the TV was turned off until about 10:15 this morning, when I sat down on the couch to write this. Ben, who awoke at 7:30 and went to the donut shop with me, showed no interest in watching until I mentioned it. He said he wanted Cars instead of Wonder Pets, until he saw the latter were saving a chimp lost in space. So, he watched the last 15 minutes of crudely animated classroom pets fill the heroes’ shoes.
Now, while driving a plastic wind-up Tow Mater over a jungle map, he’s watching Cars, which holds up to repeated viewings better than perhaps any other kids’ movie. All the kids (boys and girls) in our group of friends are obsessed with it, and compared to other recent 3-D animated fare, I must say that’s refreshing. Not once have I heard a parent say, “If I have to watch that one more time, I’ll (censored) smash something.” That must mean that the final teaming of Disney and Pixar was a success. Good thing they went their separate ways, eh?
Meanwhile, I’m reading online reviews of The Iron Giant, which I’ve never seen, to find out if it might be good for Ben to watch with me tonight while Shannon’s out with friends. My boy and I try to have a movie night at least a couple times a month, with hot, fresh Paul Newman’s Pop’s Corn.
Recent fun Benglish:
Shannon: I’m just flustered, that’s all.
Ben: I don’t want you to be flustered, I want you to be my mommy.
Ben: Daddy, you’re my favorite daddy in my house, Daddy.
And just last night after I covered him up again…
Me: Sleep well, young prince.
Ben: I’m not a prince, Dad, I’m a boy.