I mean I know that there is a little human being growing inside of me, and that is strange enough as it is. But I am pretty sure the gallons of orange juice (that I HAVE to drink or I might DIE! God I love orange juice) and the skinny cow ice cream sandwiches, and the Kashi dark chocolate and cheery granola bars probably have a tiny bit to do with it as well.
Notice Ben lying on the bed wondering what the heck mommy is doing.
Ben is continuing to crack us up. He just has so many stories in his little head. I really do need to write more of them down. He is taking on so many of our own expressions and mannerisms as well. It's like walking around with a little parrot most of the day.
One day last week we had somehow gotten on the subject of his baby sister and he wanted to know how she was going to come out.
I told him that I would go see the doctor in the hospital and he would help me take the baby out.
He said "and the doctor will "whoosh" the stick (I'm thinking he meant magic wand?) and say "TA-DA" and then my baby sister will come home"
He continues with his 2 year old (oh my he is almost 3, I'm not sure I can handle that) little "quirks". He finds the most mundane thing that becomes his most treasured of all treasures, for about 2 days them looses all interest. TOday it seem to be a small round piece of rubber he found on the floor. I think it is from the bottom of a chair leg, or maybe a laptop. Try and keep track of a 1/2 inch piece of black plastic for longer than 2 minutes. Yeah we keep loosing it, and having a breakdown until we finally find it!
He has also taken to sleeping with a bag of pretzels. A full size bag of mini twists to be exact. It is opened and he has been eating them, apparently when he doesn't quite want to go to sleep, since Christmas Eve. They sit on his headboard, he must have them there or there is no sleeping.
I'm not really sure what to do with this kid.
