Benjamin's Left Rain Boot

Last weekend, my neighbor and I went to several yard sales and I picked up a pair of rain boots for Benjamin. These boots are the cutest boots EVER. They are blue with a green stripe across the top accompanied by yellow embellishments. Now I'm not so sure if they in themselves are cute, or if Benjamin makes them the cutest boots EVER. He absolutely adores them! The left one, specifically. No idea why. He will bring me the left boot almost every time and wants to wear it. They are a little bit too big and awkward for him to put them on all by himself. He is fine with wearing both at the same time, but prefers to wear just the left one around the house. We haven't ventured outside with them yet since it is still a little too warm for knee high boots.

He actually prefers to do everything with the left side of his body. He pushes things with his left hand, writes with his left hand, and kicks the ball with his left foot. I'm weirdly excited to have a left-handed child.

dolphin show

We went to the zoo while we were in Indiana and we all decided to go to a dolphin show. (Warren's Aunt, her grandson, me, Cindy, and Bp) Now this is the first time Benjamin has been to the zoo, much less a dolphin show. Actually, much less any sort of show that requires you to sit and be somewhat still. We did get there right in the nick of time for the show, so that made it a little better since we didn't have to wait... you can see where I'm leading up to.

The trainers came out and the dolphins were released into the pools and they were playing all sorts of pump up music. "Pump up the jam" was actually playing if you remember that song. (skating rink anyone?) So Bp was all excited clapping his hands and sitting in my lap squealing with delight.

For one brief moment, I thought I was losing my baby and gaining a big boy. My eyes did glisten a bit and I was sad that Warren was missing this experience. However, I was jolted back into reality about eight minutes later when he was squealing, but not with delight mind you, because he was either bored, hot, hungry, sleepy, thirsty, etc.

Thank God.

Our house

We're back home now, jiggity jig. My Mom says that, I have no idea where it comes from.

Benjamin has no recollection of this house... sometimes he gets this look on his face as if he is remembering something about a toy or the outside, but he most definitely does NOT remember the planes. The returning look of sheer terror every time one goes over our house is my affirmation that he does not remember, nor does he care for it one little bit. Oh well, at least I don't have to go to the toy store for a while. Everything is shiny as a new penny around here to him. Lucky me!