New Changes

So I will keep this short because I hate negative things on my little boys post, but we officially got suspended from his day care for thirty days due to a biting incident. Although I don't condone Ben biting...ever, I will say that it was provoked by another kid kicking the cot he was taking a nap in and him. VERY disappointed the teachers seeing this did not stop it sooner. I will also say that I am disappointed in the schools action on not meeting with me nor my husband and we will just be moving on to bigger and better things with a fresh new start.

As my Mom says, this will be a funny story in years to come. I am sure she is right. Right now we have our hands full with finding a new day care. Great Grandma (aka Gaga) is also coming to stay with us for a while to help out. She is truly and angel and Ben is certainly getting spoiled on his little December vacation from school.

I love you little guy. You really don't take crap from anyone and thats one thing I love about you.

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.