by mssinglemama on March 10, 2010
Designed by none other than John Bear, the tireless 80’s toy and movie pusher, Benjamin’s birthday invitation garnered such a strong reaction from everyone who found it in their inbox that I had to share.
When Benjamin saw it he jumped up and down, and then after a few more viewings proceeded to tell me the play by play of how he ended up in the snow fighting Empire-bots with his “life saver.”
The invitation is building hype for the party among Benjamin’s four year old buddies. Rumor has it they’ve been printing copies out and carrying them around, pestering their mothers for more details and advance tickets. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on February 24, 2010
“Mommy.”
“Yeah, Benjamin.”
“You have a tattoo on your butt. That’s funny. Ha. Ha. So funny.”
“Well, it’s not really on my butt.”
“Yes, yes it is Mommy! Look!”
“Okay, that’s enough, keep your hands off of me.”
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“Mommy.”
“Yeah, what’s up Benjamin?”
“I want to lift your car off the ground tomorrow morning. Before I go to school.”
“Okay, you can try.”
“No, I’m not going to try – I am going to lift your car.”
“Okay, Sweetie. But first go to sleep. In the morning you can try.”
“Not try Mommy!”
“Alright, alright – you will lift my car tomorrow morning. Now GO TO BED.”
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“Mama?”
“Yeah.”
“Is John Bear coming over later.”
“Yeah, he is. Probably in about 30 minutes.”
“Is he coming over forever, Mommy? Like, forever, like he’s never going to leave?”
“I don’t know, Honey. Hey – let’s go upstairs and play before he gets here?”
“Okay. Sure. Hey, good idea Mommy, that’s a really good idea.”
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“Mommy, I hate school.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I hate school.”
“Do you know what hate means?”
“No.”
“Do you like school?”
“Yeah, I like school.”
“Cool.”
by mssinglemama on February 18, 2010
These are the icicles hanging off of my porch.
I bumped my head on them yesterday morning and then later that night I held Benjamin up so he could punch them all into oblivion; instead most of the flying icicle chunks landed with a loud slap into the side of my car. But I didn’t drop the four year old assailing them and let him finish saying over and over again, “Not into the car. Not into the car.”
When I ducked inside to start dinner, [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on February 7, 2010
Just look at this kid and try to tell me he isn’t going to be a fearless athlete.
Here he is yesterday, on our second trip out trouncing and sledding around the neighborhood.
Clearly ready to beat the snot out of any snow man that tries to ruin his day. Give Benjamin an accessory – like a sled – and he gets into position, as if he’s been doing it for years
Breaking his concentration only to shout at his Mommy slave, “run faster Mommy! FASTER!”
After a few hours of sled-walking-pulling (too scared to take him on a big hill because we are in a two-week health insurance lapse) we packed up into the car and headed to a bowling tournament for the MJB Foundation. And after one too many of Benjamin’s balls landed (and stopped) in the gutter
John Bear lent a hand, or two [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on January 15, 2010
When Benjamin comes back from his father’s house he is a little monster.
And that’s putting it nicely.
When I ask him to clean his room he says, “NO. You clean it.”
When I ask him to pick something up he starts growling, something I am now convinced his father’s girlfriend’s son does. It’s awful. It’s like my son is a miniature version of someone else’s kid. Not that said other kid isn’t a sweet, darling little guy (because he is, I’ve met him) he’s just not my kid. [click to continue…]
