Funny memories and anecdotes from the last four months of our lives.
All day one day in September, Bensen was making noises that sounded like he was beat boxing. I posted it on Snapchat a lot because I was so entertained and then told Joe about it when he got home. It turns out, he was actually chanting. What was he chanting? "Bensen, Bensen, Bensen" in a whispered voice. Joe taught him to chant his own name.... Now he chants his name as he goes down the stairs and randomly throughout the day.
Joe: "They won't remember a thank you card, but they'll be talking about the guy who gave them an autographed picture of himself for years!"
When we left the hospital after Emmy's NICU stay, Joe and I thought it would be hilarious to give a few of the nurses a signed picture of him with his "street name" on it. So we gave them this, with a personalized thank you note written on the back:
Joe: "Did you watch The Office? It's trending again..."
Me: "How much Netflix do you think I watch?"
Even if I did watch Netflix all day, I don't think I could make a show trend all on my own...
After Halloween, I was trying my hardest not to eat all of Bensen's loot. We only went to six houses so his candy supply wasn't very grand. One night, the following conversation took place:
Joe: "I noticed that all of the laffy taffy are gone out of his basket."
Me: "Well yeah, I like the banana ones and thought it would be too chewy for him."
Joe: "There was a strawberry one and a green one..."
Me: "I only saw a chewy sweetart that's pink. I only ate a banana taffy!"
Joe: "I know! I left the banana one for him because he loves bananas!"
The little punk tried to get me to take the blame for eating all of Bensen's candy.
I had great Christmas gift ideas for everyone on my list except my in-laws this year. A couple of weeks before the holiday, I asked Joe if he'd come up with an idea for them. A week or so later, after we'd left a family party, I asked him if he'd had any great ideas yet.
Joe: "They want opera tickets. They were talking about that tonight."
Me: "Oh, ok. Easy enough."
The next day:
Me: "So, who is coordinating your parent's gift?"
Me: "The opera tickets. Is someone getting those, or..."
Joe: "That's actually a thing?!"
Me: "You were joking, huh? They didn't actually say they wanted opera tickets..." (I should have known.)
Joe: "No, but people actually get opera tickets?"
Me: "........ but we really need to figure out what we're getting your parents....."
One of my favorite breakfast foods are waffles. When I was pregnant with Bensen, we had waffles often because I craved breakfast constantly. Joe is not a fan, mostly because pancakes and waffles give him heartburn. So, I don't make them very often and if I do, I make bacon and eggs and things to go with it.
One morning Joe was trying to figure out what he was going to feed Bensen for breakfast and I overheard him say, "Mom never buys Eggos. She should buy us some, huh?"
Me: "But you don't like waffles!"
Joe: "Eggos are different."
Can somebody explain to me how they are different???
"A bed is just a bed, until six in the morning and then it is something great. But with children, you can't enjoy it." Joe wishes that Bensen was more of a cuddler when he wakes up at 7 on our mornings off.
We got Bensen a vacuum for Christmas. It was the first thing that he ran for when he came down the stairs that morning and I'm really excited that he has his own now because it's always a fight when we need to vacuum the house and he wants to have full control of the vacuum the entire time. Later that morning, Joe randomly told me, "There's something that you don't know about me. When I was in first grade, I would stay inside at recess and stay late after school to vacuum the classroom." He did this all on his own, it wasn't punishment, it happened because he wanted to vacuum.