M&D let me help with all the chores around the house, like loading the washing machine, vacuuming, and now: squeegeeing the shower! Water: now you see it, and now you don’t. Presto!
Now I’m upgrading from the dustbuster to the real mains powered floor cleaning machine!
This patch of floor is now the cleanest in the whole house!
(Ed. Note: Next on the list to teach Ben is how to cover more then just 3 square feet with the vacuum!)
Daddy was holding out on me. Turns out that reading about all the gadgets in the technology section is way better than the sports section.
(Ed. Note: Yeah, well, sometimes others of us like to read an unwrinkled tech section…)
Check out the video!
I think I’m a shoe in for a job on a nice tropical island!
Check out my aircraft carrier! It has a complement of 1 airplane and 1 helicopter and is currently stationed just south of the kitchen table. Mommy has dubbed it the “USS Rubbermaid” All I know is that it is lots of fun!
The other day, I got all dressed up in my surfer shorts and surfer watch, and practiced pillow surfing in the bedroom. Of course, there’s not much water, and the only curls in sight are attached to my head! Hey, you have to start somewhere!
Cowabunga! Wipe Out!
Here’s my first serious attempt at art. I chose to create this work mostly at the suggestion of Jessica, my caregiver at BCC.
I’m titling this work: Crayons on Paper at BCC, Abstract #1.
Crayons on Paper at BCC #1. Media: crayon on paper.
In case it is not obvious, the yellow symbolizes my delight at exploring my new world at BCC. The purple represents the conflict I have between enjoying my time at BCC vs. my displeasure at not getting to see M&D as much during the week. Finally, orange and blue are the colors of the truck I was playing with. I have to say that I enjoyed getting in touch with my inner artist while creating this piece, and I look forward to creating more works in the future!
Every morning, I sit with Daddy and have breakfast. He reads the paper while he eats and he is nice enough to give me a section to enjoy, too.
On this particular day, I was reading about “baseball”, which Daddy says I’ll get to play some day.
As you can imagine, this disaster:
…was perpetrated by Daddy, who probably shouldn’t be allowed to dress himself, much less somebody else. Dad! Don’t you know that you can’t wear stripes with plaid?! They’re never going to let me into kindergarten now!
Recently at the SR Mother’s club picnic, I got to try my hand at the bubble tub.
Here you can see me demonstrating a technique called “two fisting”, for optimal bubble production.
One thing I learned at the picnic: Not to get bubble soap in your eyes! Ouch!