BIG food news in the world of BEN

Today's travel to gymnastics snack, planned at 7am and served at 4pm, was 2 slices of ham rolled up into a cylinder and a bun. Just so.  In separate containers - just the way it MUST always be.

But today?

Today he said, and I quote, "Mama, break the bun into half moons and put the ham in there and then squish it together.  Please mama."

And my response, "HALLELUJAH!"

And he did in fact actually eat that sandwich.  Simply a miracle out of left field.

Because until today nothing was allowed to touch the bread.  NOTHING.  Not honey or peanut butter or jam or cheese or butter or ham.  Food must not ever touch or gagging and upchucking may occur.  we have a whole lot of those divided plates in the kitchen shelf.

And today?  Today the world shifted and maybe, just maybe, it will be a teeny tiny bit easier to feed the wee dude tomorrow.

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In other exciting big boy news dude showered with a smile on his face. Rinsed his hair.  Played.  Sung. Mostly with mama outside of the bathroom rather than standing by the opened shower door forcing his head under the water to rinse the soap (the bathroom door was opened but he wanted privacy-you go guy).

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These little developmental milestones, signs of comfort, bravery, independence, all signs my baby is growing up.
My baby is nearly 4!

4 years of Ben...

Catching up...(2nd post today)

I know I'm behind.
I'm busy.
You know, mama, teacher, mama, mama, mama.
And my camera charger went awol...
and I wanted a new point and shoot anyway
so I went and bought one.

Anyway...

Glorious Easter fun with the cousins.

Puppy Love.

A sandpit that contains hours of fun.

Our little piece of reality.

A fun little 360 panoramic with my new fuji.

One day of questions mama can't answer without support...

How do skin cells heal themselves?

Remember we have to check google to find out how the earth spins so that we could see the sun and the moon at the same time on Tuesday?

Want to come with me on a journey to the moon?  We will travel on my intergalactic space machine.  Mine is pretend mama, but can people buy real intergalactic space machines?

Let's have a revolution.  What's a revolution?

Tony (the hairdresser) has a reflection in the mirror.  How does reflection work?

If I cut my knee it hurts.  Why doesn't it hurt when I cut my hair when both parts are human?

When Uncle Matt (a butcher) cuts the animals, do they feel pain?

Yup, a slice of my reality.

This and superhero play and whining and lego and t.v. and laughter and hugs and imaginary stories and lots and lots of love from my super lovebug...

He's Back...Finally

It has seriously been the longest 7 days of my life...with the possible exception of the days between seeing his sweet newborn face in June 2008 and traveling to meet him in January of 2009.  Those days?  Indescribable.  Endless.  An eternity.  Last week?  Sucked.  But in a 36 pounds of 105 degree fever wrapped around my neck when will this end sort of sucked not a million miles away maybe he's sick and I'm not there kind of sucked.

He was sick.  Laying still, moaning and fevering, 90 minutes after Advil sick.  Waking all night long sick.  Snuggling and sleeping all day long sick.  Eating nothing.  Drinking nothing.  Weighed less on Friday at the dr. than he did in October at the hospital.  Man oh man I'm not hoping for any repeats of that week.  Ever.

But he's back.

Last night as I made him suffer through the dog whisperer he asked a Benish question..."Mama, does this story take place in Ecuador? It looks similar."

He told me about a dream he had where he was driving a ship that "thrust him rapidly through the waves in the Indian ocean."

Laying in bed this morning he did it again with "Mama, what's a minion?"

He's back.

There is a twinkle in his eye today.

He tried very hard to whack me with a pillow for a good 5 minutes before declaring he was tired (and he was...he's back but it will be a bit of climb to normal).

To rest from the pillow onslaught he wanted to lay on the bed and pretend to be "cloud gazing".  So Ben.

And we went out park searching.  Found 3 we didn't like and one we did.  He played a bit at each one but liked the rest while we drove around in between stops.

As the day (well, hour and a half really) wore on he was getting really tired.

Announced, in Ben fashion, "Mama, I'm really tired.  I need silence please."  And promptly began to drool and snore.  Like 1 second later.

That was 2 hours ago.

He's still asleep.

Welcome back sweet boy...now please eat some dinner.

Poor little bugger...

Soooo sick.

Out of daycare for the third day in a row tomorrow.  We just can't get that blasted fever under control...if it is still spiking tomorrow we are back to the doctor again.

Poor little bugger.

You are my sunshine...

Busy, busy break...

Hotel fun,
fever,
friends
and fantastic weather.

That's March Break in a nutshell
and it's only at the half way mark.

Stay tuned just incase I actually get time to go back to blogging.

Til later,
a few photos to make the regular Ben fans happy.