Ben came to visit us this weekend. Lance dropped him off late Saturday morning then drove on to Mount Vernon to leave Rachel with her other grandparents. It was pretty close to his nap time so he went to sleep shortly after he got here and Grandpa had to keep him company during the time he was asleep. I’m not sure how much supervising was done but there were a lot of ZZZZZZZZs coming out of the bedroom.
Then we had a chance to run some errands. That went over pretty well but Ben disagreed with our thoughts that he ought to have the strap buckled when he was in the shopping card. What a trooper. When we got home he had some time for playing with his legos and reading stories.
Ben constructs a legos masterpiece
You can’t underestimate how important the tongue is to ingenious legos construction.
All through this, we were having sessions of story time. Good Night Moon, Little Quack, and the Wide-Mouthed Frog. Here Karen reads from Charley Monkey. You can always tell when Ben is having a look at this book because the lion page has an electronic chip that makes it sound like flies are buzzing around.
Next morning, just before we took him home we got the sled out and tried the back hill. Despite what looks like a certain crash, Karen managed to lean enough to miss the tree. Everything was going fine till Ben got snow on his hands. He wanted to continue sledding but he wanted to go into the house and get his hands warm. The hands won.
We packed him up and drove to Mount Vernon to pick up Rachel. We safely delivered the pair shortly after noon.
Looks like a great time. You have to watch out for that snow on the hands though.
love to all,
Aunty Wendy
Snow! I miss the snow… it’s sunny and in the ’70s here. Blue skies.
Hey Ben, snow on your hands is the least of your probs … it’s gramma Karen that needs driving lessons!