Ben has been so funny lately. He is obsessed with baseball. He will play baseball in May. May is a long time away. He talks about playing baseball like it will happen tomorrow. He questions multiple times a day:
-Do you think I will be the pitcher?
-Do you think I will hit it out of the park?
-Do you think I will hit it way up high?
-Do you think I will slide into home?
-Are you going to cheer for me?
-Are you going to cheer for me loud?
Oh my god. There are only so many times you can tell him it is t-ball. He will not be a pitcher in 7 months. I think he will hit the ball high. I just cannot say it 6 times a day. It is going to be a long winter.
He also continually questions who is going to come to his game. He names every single person. Is nana, grandma, didi, riri, gormah, kuker, kennedy, mommy, mom, pops, carly and on and on and on going to come to his game? He invites everyone he sees then asks them the question forementioned. He invites family, friends, neighbors and random individuals at the grocery store.
Today he and I were picking Kennedy up from school. Kennedy barely gets in her seat and he turns to her very seriously and this is the conversation that follows:
B: Kennedy, what are you thinking about?
K: I don't know. Nothing.
B: Well, I am thinking about baseball.
K: Mmmm.
B:Are you thinking about baseball?
K: No.
B: Do you think I am going to be a pitcher?
This conversation was precious to me. First, we often ask the kids what they are thinking about so to hear that come from him was so cute. Second, he is all boy. I think we could ask him what he is thinking about every year for the next 15 years and his response will be "Well, I am thinking about baseball".
The other thing that happened occurred at a weird time. We had gone to dinner and I was on my fourth trip to the restroom with the kids. This time I was with Ben. I was less than thrilled and was slightly impatient. He was chatting away (see above conversation) and I was asking him to focus on his pooping because I hate hanging out in public restrooms.
As he is pooping, he looks up at me and says "Mom, when you and Mommy are babies and I am grown up I will take care of you, kiss you and love you". Take your time Ben. I am not in a hurry anymore.
-Do you think I will be the pitcher?
-Do you think I will hit it out of the park?
-Do you think I will hit it way up high?
-Do you think I will slide into home?
-Are you going to cheer for me?
-Are you going to cheer for me loud?
Oh my god. There are only so many times you can tell him it is t-ball. He will not be a pitcher in 7 months. I think he will hit the ball high. I just cannot say it 6 times a day. It is going to be a long winter.
He also continually questions who is going to come to his game. He names every single person. Is nana, grandma, didi, riri, gormah, kuker, kennedy, mommy, mom, pops, carly and on and on and on going to come to his game? He invites everyone he sees then asks them the question forementioned. He invites family, friends, neighbors and random individuals at the grocery store.
Today he and I were picking Kennedy up from school. Kennedy barely gets in her seat and he turns to her very seriously and this is the conversation that follows:
B: Kennedy, what are you thinking about?
K: I don't know. Nothing.
B: Well, I am thinking about baseball.
K: Mmmm.
B:Are you thinking about baseball?
K: No.
B: Do you think I am going to be a pitcher?
This conversation was precious to me. First, we often ask the kids what they are thinking about so to hear that come from him was so cute. Second, he is all boy. I think we could ask him what he is thinking about every year for the next 15 years and his response will be "Well, I am thinking about baseball".
The other thing that happened occurred at a weird time. We had gone to dinner and I was on my fourth trip to the restroom with the kids. This time I was with Ben. I was less than thrilled and was slightly impatient. He was chatting away (see above conversation) and I was asking him to focus on his pooping because I hate hanging out in public restrooms.
As he is pooping, he looks up at me and says "Mom, when you and Mommy are babies and I am grown up I will take care of you, kiss you and love you". Take your time Ben. I am not in a hurry anymore.
5 comments:
So cute! Even when he is "otherwise occupied" he is thinking of you!
DEB
I think that is so funny because when you and Diana were little, you also thought that when you got big, I would be little. The tradition continues!! You know that Ben has to be obsessed with baseball when he is content with even me playing with him!
That's what I call a sweet pea!
Too freakin' cute Bennie!
In reference to baseball I want you to be advised that once it starts, it really never ends....all worth it though! Make sure to sign up for the team mom activities...the make it worth it!
As far as the pooping...you just never know when you are going to be touched do you??
Love you Shelby Dawn!!
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