ICY!!!!!!

The title of the post says it all, Ben has started a new addiction and it is an icy. Ben LOVES these things so much he has even learned how to open the bottom freezer, pull one out and come running with this beautiful grin to either James or myself. He is just ecstatic about the possibility of one of us caving and letting him eat one...or two. I also love the way Ben says "icy". It is one of the few very clear words he can say and there is NO question what that little boy means when he looks up at you with his beautiful green, puppy dog eyes full of question and asks, "Icy?" Most of the time his Dad or I will cave. We are a sucker for that little ball of energy.

Last night after his second icy and Ben wanted another one, his Dad told him, "You can have one tomorrow." Ben wasn't too happy with that remark, but he calmed down after a bit. This morning as Ben called out "down" so he could get out of his crib, I got him and went back to my bed not even half awake to lay down for a few more minutes. Typically Ben follows me in and will hand the remote over so he could watch his morning Sesame Street show (another addiction). Instead the little stinker ran down stairs as I dozed off again, grabbed himself an icy and a moment later I had a half opened icy shoved in my face. His Dad said he could have one "tomorrow"...I just didn't know it would be before 7 am. I bit though and let him have it. How could I resist such an enthusiastic face for something that would make my little guy so happy. So while I got ready in the bathroom, Ben ate his icy with gusto, sitting on his little stool with a big smile on his face. What a cutie pie.

Halloween

I can not believe Halloween has already come and gone. Then again what happened to September and October? This year the family decided to celebrate Halloween by hanging out at Nagymama and Nagypapa's house. I was NOT about to have a repeat of last year where I carried Ben up and down a million townhouse stairs for two pieces of candy. Great for cardio...not great when you are not feeling your best. Plus it was nice having two extra people tell you how cute your son was and Ben really was ADORABLE.

This year, I fulfilled my Halloween costume dream by having Ben as Fievel from The American Tale. I honestly do not care what he is from now on, but he was finally old enough to sport a handmade costume made by his internet savy Mother and Nagymama. He may not know who he was (nor did he care about picking a costume this year) but his Mom did and get got plenty of "awww" before he even left the house.

Ben for whatever reason did NOT want his picture taken this year in his costume. I think between his Dad and I we took a dozen pictures and the best picture we got was the one I attached above.

After dinner and closer to seven we headed out to the neighbors houses many of who have known me since I was a kid. All smiled and laughed how cute Ben was. Ben got the Trick or Treat thing down quick because after the second house he knew what to do. He couldn't say "Trick or Treat" yet, but he certainly could walk (thank god) to each house and hold out his little pumpkin bucket. After almost a dozen houses and lots of walking, Ben was tired and his parents were ready to go back to Nagypapa and Nagymama's house. Ben emptied his loot on the kitchen table and went to town on the candy. Halloween only comes once a year so pigging out on some extra candy was fine by me. He got cut off after the seventh piece of candy though. I really did not want a sick child that night.

I think Ben had a great time this year. I was wondering if he would think that on the next day we could do the same thing all over again. Thankfully he did not try to pull that logic out. He certainly is growing up and he certainly has made Halloween special again.