This morning, I shook Ben awake and asked if he was ready to get up. I don't know exactly what time his mother usually gets him up but I figured any time before the bed is soaked is a good idea. Anyway. He mumbled that he wasn't done sleeping and he wanted just a little longer. I told him to get up when he had to pee and he snapped wide awake and said "I'm done sleeping now. I'm done. I'll get up."

That's muh boy. Heed the call of the bladder.


A few days ago, we were going to Mom's house to visit and set up the new computer. On the way there, I heard Ben breathing in very deeply... like he was trying to catch a scent or something. I asked what he was doing and he said "I'm just smelling my feet because they don't stink." Guess you gotta capture the moments when they come. Sadly, he seems to have inherited his Daddy's inability to smell everything... I nearly passed out from the odor of the little man's feet. I hung the Napoleon Dynamite air freshener that I got for Chad and soon came to realize that the combination of stinky boy-feet and bubblegum is NOT one of my favorites.