my little stinker

This is my little stinker. His name is Benjamin. Benjamin isn't the happiest boy lately but for some odd reason I still love him more than anything in the world. Maybe it's 'cause I'm his mom. Maybe it's 'cause he's so darn cute. I guess we'll never know but it's a good thing I love him or else I might just sell him to the gypsies (I can thank my mother for that expression).

Today Benjamin decided to use a red crayola marker and color a good portion of our beige couch. I now wish I had taken a picture because with the destruction that was caused you would think I would have lost my temper more than I did. The couch still looks pink in parts but I guess we'll continue to work on that.

Benjamin is also a stinker in a very literal sense because ever since giving up his favorite drink, chocolate milk, he has been A LOT more regular if you know what I mean. This means more poop for me, and what mother doesn't want more poop? So after another day of a lot of whining, crying, tantrum throwing, oh and poop, I wanted to rest on the couch with Savannah. I was really enjoying my snuggle time with Savannah and before I knew it my eyes were closed. Not a moment later Benjamin was nose to nose with me yelling, "Wake up Mommy! No sleep!" Did he think he was gonna tell me what to do? Apparently he did because every time I tried to close my eyes he would be there in my face yelling. He didn't need anything. The house was not on fire. His diaper was clean and the Wiggles were on. From what I could tell the only reason he did not want me to sleep was to torture me. So after a few minutes of trying to sneak in a little shut eye and being immediately woken by Benj he says to me with a sly grin on his face, "Mommy! Go to sleep!!" I made it clear that I was unable to go back to sleep as I watched him sneak away into the office while trying to hide something in his hands. Of course I wasn't gonna have another marker incident so I jumped up only to find him with an open juice box getting ready to squeeze its contents all over the floor. Lovely.

The moral of the story is, if you find yourself with a stinker in your home try not to sell him or her to the gypsies because one day, maybe not for several more years that stinker is gonna bring you WAY more happiness than heartburn. I love you, Benj.