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Besh’s observations on Star Wars

November 27, 2010

Today was a monumental day, the day Besher first saw Star Wars.  Last week he announced he was ready, and yesterday I found the last boxed set of the original trilogy at Costco ($5 cheaper than Amazon yeah!).

Of course, by original I mean it’s the Luke-Leia-Han trilogy.  Not original as in before Lucas messed with it in the 90s.  But I digress.

Mommy was concerned that parts of it might be too scary, so I watched most of it with Besh.  Just, you know, to make sure he wasn’t scared.  He wasn’t.

Here are some of Besh’s observations during the movie:

“Did he drive that floating car?  That doesn’t look safe.”

“Why doesn’t R2D2 fly?”

“How did they get the recording in R2D2?”

“See him?  [Luke.]  He’s wearing white.  He’s a good guy.”

“Wait, those other guys wearing white [Stormtroopers] are bad guys?”

“How did they get Darth Vader’s costume on?”

And, when he asked his favorite part, he eagerly responded:

“The lightsaber fight with Darth Vader and the gray haired guy!”

Daddy: “You mean Obi Wan Kenobi?”

“Who’s that?”

“The gray haired guy.”

“Yeah.  He fought Darth Vader.  Did you know he fought Darth Vader?”

“I did know that.  I’ve seen it, you know.”

“When you saw it, who did you think would win?  Did you think ‘He’s going to win!’ ‘Oh, no, he’s going to win now!’ ‘Wait, now he’s winning!’?”

I laughed and told him I couldn’t remember.  It was been a while.  But I’m glad this huge event has taken place.

Tomorrow, he and I are going to have a long conversation about Han and Greedo.

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“I’m thankful for my little brother”

November 24, 2010

The title of this post comes from the Thanksgiving card that Besher made at school and presented to Isaac today.  It had a drawing of a turkey and this post’s title which he had dictated to one of his teachers.  He handed the card to Isaac, at which point they both started giggling and Sara and I totally didn’t tear up.  Not a bit.  Nope.  Completely dry eyes.

It’s been an amazing year with Isaac’s birth and the best brother relationship we could imagine–actually, far better than we ever imagined.  And we hope it continues for next year, but we’re thankful for it now.

One other story to be thankful for, a conversation Besh and I had in the car the other day:

Besh: “Daddy, I’m glad I have you and Mommy in my family.”

Daddy: “We’re glad we have you too, Besh.”

“Yeah, because if I had another family and then I met you and Mommy then I would have to be in your family too.”

“Oh, you would come over to our family.”

“Yeah!  Well, I would stay with my first family but I’d be in your family too.  I’d have two families.”

 

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So your feelings would be happy

November 20, 2010

Besh has always been a sweet boy, so almost every time he and I go to Costco we end up at the flower section so he can pick out a bunch of flowers for Mommy.  (Every once in a while the bouquet is for Nonni, but 99% it’s Mommy.)  He always insists on carrying the flowers in an presenting them, but the other day was the first time he also had a little speech presented.

Besh: “Mommy, I picked out these flowers for you so that your feelings would be happy.  Are they happy?”

Rest assured, they were.

But on the flip side, Besh has hard a hard time transitioning back to school.  Nothing huge or even unexpected–being out of school for so long and then unable to do all his normal activites even when he returned for a bit definitely will take some time to get over.  But yesterday was the first time he expressed his feelings over the glasses.

“I feel different with my glasses on.  I don’t feel like Besher anymore.”

He told Mommy this earlier in the day, then told us both at dinner.  He’s still getting used to everything, and I think in a few weeks when he gets an actual prescription in the glasses so they help him see (rather than just protect the eye post-surgery) he’ll start to feel differently.

Still, we wish we could give him flowers to make his feelings happy.

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Besh on getting old

November 8, 2010

A quick chat tonight between Mommy and Besh.

Mommy (sadly): “You know, it’s going to be my birthday soon.”

Besh: “Why do you say it like that?”

“Well, the older you get, the less you want to get old.”

“Are you going to be as old as Daddy?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you going to have scratchy cheeks like him?”

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Besher Speaks, September edition

September 5, 2010

Some random tidbits of wisdom/humor that Besher has bestowed upon us lately:

“When I put my fingers in my armpits and I take them out and smell them, they smell like pickles.”

[Upon being requested to come downstairs and give Mommy a goodnight hug and kiss] “Geeze, Mommy, you’re killing me!”

[When I asked if he wanted to play in the bath a bit before getting out] “Daddy! I was about to ask you that but you stole my mind!”

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Why I won’t be hiring Besh as a game designer just yet

August 23, 2010

Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier that he’s making up games. But given that his first game appears to be “Mommy Wins!” I’m just not his target audience.

Last night after dinner, Besh walked over to his chalkboard, picked up a piece of chalk and started doodling on the board.

Besh: “Daddy, can you guess what this is?”

Me: “It’s a drawing. With chalk. Green chalk.”

“No. For real.”

“Oh, for real. Well, it’s a drawing of Greece. No, Italy.”

“No, you’re wrong. You’re out of the game. Mommy?”

Mommy: “That’s a drawing of a man riding a horse.” (It was probably something else, but it didn’t really matter)

Besh: “That’s right, you’re the winner Mommy!”

While I protested, because it really looked more like Italy, Besh erased the board and drew something else.

Besh: “Okay, Daddy, pick a number and a color.”

Me: “The number is four and the color is red.”

Besh: “No, you’re wrong. You’re out of the game. Sorry. Mommy?”

Mommy: “3,487.560,394.3″ (Yes, it started in the billions and went to one decimal place.) “And the color is blue.”

“That’s right, Mommy! You’re the winner!”

I protested again. This game is hard. Besh agreed to give me one more chance. Again I had to pick a number and color.

I did a number that started in the trillions and went to three decimal places. And picked blue.

Besh: “Nope. Sorry.”

“WHAT?! Then what was the number?”

“Twenty-four thousand fifteen hundred.”

At least I got the color right.

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“I comed up with it all by myself!”

August 3, 2010

Today’s post is a straight copy from Sara’s email (with one addition of mine later):

I just had to share this one. Mornings are rough around here. It is hard to get Besh motivated in the mornings. This morning, I told Besh he could do things in whatever order he wanted as long as he was ready to go by the time the clock said 8:20. I gave him some tips on when to do things but ultimately left it up to him. Though we were out the door in time, there was a major scurry at the end. We got in the car and I said, “ok, everybody take a deep breath.” As we pulled out of the driveway, this is the conversation I had with Besh:

Besh: “Mommy, I am sorry I gave you a rough morning.”

Mommy: “Besh, Thank you but you didn’t really give me a rough morning. We just had to hurry at the end. I really want to be able to let you choose the order you do things in the morning. But we just need to figure out the timing so that we aren’t rushing at the end.”

“I have a good idea. Do you want to hear it?”

“I would love to hear it. I think you have great ideas.”

“Why don’t we set the timer in the kitchen? That way, when it beeps, I will know to go pee pee, brush my teeth and get dressed. Then, I can relax and watch tv before it beeps.” (The timer he mentions is the one on the oven, we use it to measure his daily hour of wearing an eye patch to address an eye issue.)

“Besh, that is not a good idea. That is a spectacular idea! I love it.”

“Yeah. I’m a smart kid.”

We then called Ryan to tell him. After I told him the story, Besh said, “was that a good idea, Daddy?” Then a pause [During that pause Daddy said "That's a FANTASTIC idea!"] and then,

“Yeah. I comed up with it all by myself.”

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The President before George Washington and brain freeze explained

July 27, 2010

Two stores, the first from Sara:

Besh had an eye checkup yesterday. We were in the bathroom at the eye MD. Besh saw an environmental awareness poster with an Indian chief and asked who the guy was. I said he was a Native American. We had the following conversation:

Besh: “What does that mean – Native American?”

Mommy: “Well, there were people who lived here before this was even our country. They are called Native Americans. He is Native American and looks like he was a chief.”

“Oh. I bet he was President even before George Washington.”

“Besh – George Washington?!?!”

“Mommy, he was the first President of the United States. For real.”

“Besh, how do you know about George Washington?”

“I read it in a book.”

The book, by the way, was one of the Magic Tree House books Besh and I (Daddy) have been reading at night. We’re up to #25 out of around 44. Oy.

The second story is mine:

Last night I was sitting with Besh as he had some frozen yogurt for dessert. He huffed at one point and then looked at me.

Besh: “Brain freeze!”

Me: “Oh!”

“You know, brain freeze is like winter. It’s like you ate winter and it went in your throat.”

“Oh yeah?”

“For real.”

In case you didn’t know, “For real” is now the ultimate trump card in Besh’s book. For real.

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In which Besh pulls his first prank on Mommy

July 8, 2010

Totally impromptu, and not the most Earth-shattering, but bear in mind he’s still four (“Four and a half!” as he informed the checkout lady at Costco yesterday, the first time I’ve heard him refer to himself with the kid-approved “and a half!”).

Yesterday Besh and I were in the bedroom with Mommy and Isaac as I was getting ready for the afternoon adventure (Costco, as I mentioned. Because bulk quantities are an adventure!). To be clear, this was not planned. But it couldn’t have been better if it had been planned.

Besh: “Hey, Daddy, you know what? I can make a rhyme!”

Me: “Let’s hear it!”

“HEAD rhymes with SHIRT!”

“Hey, that doesn’t rhyme!” {Besh laughs}

“HAT rhymes with TV!”

“Hey, that doesn’t rhyme!” {Besh laughs}

“SHOE rhymes with FLOOR!”

“Hey, that doesn’t rhyme!” {Besh laughs}

“FEET rhymes with PANTS!”

“Hey, that doesn’t rhyme!” {Besh laughs}

Mommy: “Oh, I get this game! Hey, Besh, SOCKS rhymes with LEGS!”

Besh looks at Mommy and, totally deadpan, says:

“No, Mommy. SOCKS rhymes with FOX.”

I exert a non-trivial amount of energy to not burst out laughing.

Mommy: “Oh, Besh, you’ve made Daddy so proud.”

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“I love them more.”

June 30, 2010

Between Sara and my genes, there was no helping that Besh would be a bit competitive. Sometimes it comes out in funny ways, like this exchange the other day (it reads harsher than it was, he was pretty light-hearted about it all and we thought it was funny).

Sara was in the kitchen getting Isaac’s bath ready while I was in his room getting Isaac ready. Isaac was probably playing his favorite game: let’s-see-how-many-diapers-I-can-crap-in-while-on-the-changing-table.

Besh walked up to Sara and said, very matter of factly,

Besh: “I love Nonni and Zeyda more than my parents.”

Mommy: “But Besh, *I* am one of your parents!”

“I know. I love them more.”

Sara laughs and says “Go tell Daddy.”

So in he walks, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

“Daddy, I am so sorry to tell you but I love Nonny and Zeyda more than you.”

Me: “What?!”

“I’m sorry. BUT…I love Isaac!”

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