Well Benjamin continues to amaze me on a daily basis, especially with his knack for picking up words and terms. So I am in bed early this morning (8:30) lightly snoozing (totally conked out) with Ben watching cartoons beside me and Darrel getting ready for work, when I guess Ben starts asking me for a waffle. (Just a side note: when Ben asks for a waffle, he really doesn't want one. He really just wants to get down off the bed to play. He has found that the most effective way to drag his parents out of bed is making us think that he is hungry. Please don't judge us.) So anyways back to the story. Ben starts asking me for a waffle and Darrel said it went something like this- Ben calling to me: "Hey mom, waffle? Waffle? Hey Mom! Mom! (He is having no luck as I wear ear plugs.) Hey Babe! Babe! Hey Babe, waffle?!" Unsurprisingly, I guess I slept through this and had to hear it second hand from Darrel, who was very delighted to tell me about it when I woke up a couple minutes later. I guess I can be happy that he is no longer calling me Beth and has moved on to a more sophisticated term of endearment that I can only hope he picked up from Darrel. Needless to say we let him down off the bed in which he immediately forgets about the waffle (told ya) to run circle's around the swing occupied by a sleeping Harrison and then on to making a castle out of the couch pillows in the living room. And that was just the first two minutes of my day. Oh well, at least my son thinks my name is Babe. :)

So yesterday was Ben's first day of school- sort of. Many of the church's around here have "Kid's Day Out" or "Mom's Day Out" programs, in which kids attend a pre-school like program for a couple of hours one day a week so moms can have a little breather. I have been very excited for Ben to start, not because I need a breather (but's it's nice), but because Ben just needs to get out of the house and enjoy more activities with kids his own age instead of boring mom. :) So the big day arrives and we are on our way to the church when I realize that I don't know which entrance to go in as I have never been to the school. Disclaimer: Please don't judge me for not checking out the school and seeing where Ben would be spending his time. My excuse is that many of Ben's friends attend this program and I trust their parent's judgement. Also, I just had a baby (uhhh 11 weeks ago, does this excuse still hold water?). Anyways, so the church is huge and I am not sure where to go, but I do see a ton of cars parked in the front lot so I went ahead and assumed that this must be the entrance that parent's use for the school. Wrong. So with Ben in tow, Harrison in his carrier, a backpack and my purse, we head towards the entrance. Once inside the lobby of the church I notice a lot of elderly people dressed in black. Yep- you guessed it I was in the midst of a funeral. I realized this just in time for Ben to be standing about a foot in front of a open casket pointing and yelling, "What's that Mommy? What's that?" Mortified, I grab his hand and drag him away, in which I couldn't even think of a lie to tell him of what that was, and I was pretty sure that this turn of events was going to quickly qualify me for the "Worst Prepared Mother of the Year Award". Luckily, a kind lady showed me which direction the school was and we were off. Ben was a little upset when I left him (that's code for I could hear him screaming pretty much until I was out of the building), but he actually ended up doing very well and is "willing" to go back. There should be a picture to post with this entry, but due to the circumstances I was just glad to get in and out of there without anymore issues. I'll have to get the picture next time, since I know where to park now. :)