Flashback Friday--April 2009

This photo was taken in late April of last year...Bennett had just turned 2 years old. Since around 13 months, Bennett has not slept through the night and has been far less than a "good sleeper." He has fought us on naps, bedtimes and all sleep related matters in between.

This particular day, he was insistent that he was not going to nap. He was NOT tired, was NOT getting in bed and was NOT having any part of my efforts to mellow him out.

I finally told him he didn't have to sleep but he did have to stay in the room. Miraculously, he cooperated. After about 10 minutes, when I heard complete silence, I went in to find this...



Sleepytime paci in play, "Froggy" in his lap and his feet folded so adorably together...I couldn't help but smile about how NOT sleepy he really was.

Dang it, Darn it!

Yesterday morning, I spent some time working on school auction stuff while Bennett busied himself running between the office, the playroom and the kitchen. At one point, I heard, "Uh oh. Moooooommmyyy...I pilled my milk."

I ask if it's a big spill, readying myself for a huge puddle on the carpet or something similar.

"Yeah, it a big pill. But I'm going to cween it up." After verifying that it was on the kitchen chair (and not the carpet), I keep on working and allow him the space to take care of it hiimself.

A minute or 2 later, I hear "Dang it, Darn it!" This, of course, merits my further investigation. (and then warranted grabbing the camera to document).

Poor kid was trying hard to take care of the situation on his own and then just created another.















Making the scene even funnier is the fact that I have no idea what happened to his pants or why he would choose to put shoes back on with no bottoms.

And notice that diaper? Yeah well...i know it is poor form to make comparisons between your children, but Owen was out of those things well before this age. Little brother is taking his own sweet time.

And Bennett's take on the matter last week? "I'm going to wear dees diapers for da rest of my wife."

DANG IT, DARN IT!

(PS--This is where I add that of all the expletives the child might have possibly heard in his life, I am SO glad this is the one that stuck)

"A weel big boy!"

Last week, Owen's school hosted an event for the Primary students (pre-K and K). For this event, the students got out of school early and went to an off-campus location for lunch and a magic show.

The shindig took place smack in the middle of Bennett's usual nap time. With some reservation, I had him skip nap and tag along to the show thinking he might just hang with me while the 'big kids' enjoyed their celebration. Instead, he joined Owen and his classmates at the absolute front of the crowd and jumped right in the mix without looking back.

Much to his absolute giddiness, Bennett was even picked from the audience to help with one of the magic tricks. (never mind that he isn't a student and shouldn't have been there in the first place!) He was over the moon about his small part in the show.

When it was over, I asked if he had fun hanging out with Owen and his friends. His response? "Yeah! I'm a weel big boy, mommy!" So true, so true.

Flashback Friday

When you go nearly 500 days without posting, there are a few gaps in the communication. I mean, I could have had another child (almost 2!) in that amount of time! For the record, I did NOT have another child nor are there any immediate plans for another. I'm just sayin...

In any case, in an attempt to catch up on all that has happened in the Stone household since the last round of blogging, I thought I'd try to institute "Flashback Fridays." And by "flashback" I mean anything that has happened in the past and wasn't blogged. Don't expect to see circa 1980s photos of me in jelly shoes and parachute pants. Sadly, such photos do exist however.

Without further ado, enjoy your first Flashback Friday.

August 2009--Owen's first Atlanta Braves Game

One weeknight in August, Rob called from work to say that a partner in the firm had some Braves tickets for that night's game that he wasn't going to use. While I had a meeting at Owen's school on the books, I decided that my son's first professional baseball game was a very valid reason for playing hooky. If you don't already know this about me, you should know that I'm a baseball/softball kind of girl. No twisting of the arm required for me to head to a ball field. While we didn't make through the entire game before Owen began to tire out, we did get through a full 7 innings and had a great mommy/son date. He just recently asked when we could go again. Sign mommy up!

What a difference 498 days can make!

Yes, it has been 498 days since my last blog post. (Am I supposed to be inside a confessional at this point?) Along with most of our previous followers, I had pretty much thrown in the towel on this web address and assumed family blogging was a thing of the past.

Truthfully, I have no business trying to jump back in with the blog at this point. Most days, I still barely manage to accomplish the things ALREADY on my to-do list. But, I miss it. I miss the documenting, sharing and reflecting that comes with the blog. And, I know that the 8 grandparents (while they LONG ago stopped wishing aloud for a return of this blog) won't mind too much if I can get it back up and running.

So...here goes. The blog header is old and you can see that the photos are certainly not current. However, I will not invest in re-designing until I have proven myself worthy of the promise to even post at all!

It's a new year...anything can happen.