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Plan B: Ditch the parents, selling Isaac, and other Besh shorts

February 22, 2010

A collection of short notes Sara has been saving up since we’ve both been too tired for longer posts.

Conversation with Besh on 2/16 while Besh was in the backseat and Sara was driving.

Besh: I want to go on a trip.

Mommy: Me too! Where do you want to go?

B: London.

M: That would be great. But Isaac is too little to go to London.

B: Okay, how about this plan? I go to New York with Nonny and Zeyda.

M: Can Mommy and Daddy come too?

B: No, just Besher. And Nonny and Zeyda. No Mommy, no Daddy.

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Besh has this singing, dancing Pablo doll from the Backyardigans. Got it a long time ago even though he’s never seen the show. It sings really, really loudly, so we weren’t too disppaointed that it’s voicebox gave out even with new batteries. Sara explained how it wasn’t working anymore, so Besh had the following heart-to-heart with it. It was almost enough to make me want to get him a new one. Almost.

Besh: Birdie, I love you. But you are broken. So we have to throw you away. But I love you and I will miss you. Bye, bye, birdie. I will miss you.

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Conversation with Mommy on 2/17:

Besh: Mommy, when Isaac grows up, he is going to be my very best friend in the whole wide world.

Mommy: I sure hope so, Besh.

B: He is, he is.

M: What made you think of that, Besh?

B: I just DID.

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Among other fun things Besh says right now, beautiful is pronounced bee-YOU-tiful.

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Said to Gamaw (a teacher in California) during her last visit: Do your students call you Ms. Gamaw?

Said to Mommy: If we had another baby, we’d have to sell Isaac!

Also said to Mommy: Mommy, I am bigger than Isaac but I am still just a little kid.

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Why Besh wants to be a girl (it’s not what you think)

February 11, 2010

This straight from Sara:

On the car ride to school today, Besh said, “Mommy – I want to be a girl.” We then had the following exchange:

Me: “Why?”

B: ”I just do.”

Me: “Does it seem to you that it’s harder to be a boy than a girl?”

B: “Yes. It’s harder to be a boy.”

Me: (REALLY resisting the urge to talk about all the ways boys have it far easier than girls)
“What do you think makes it harder to be a boy?”

B: “It just is.”

Me: “Who are you favorite girls?” (I thought this would be another way to ask what girls can do that he can’t)

B: “Nonni.”

Me: “Do you think there are things you could do if you were a girl that you can’t do as a boy?”

B: “Yes. Lots of things.”

Me: “What would you like to do as a girl that you can’t do as a boy?”

B: “Feed Isaac.”

Me: (Trying not to cry because he’s so sweet) “Well, yes, that is a mama’s job.”

B: “How about this plan? You can put the milk in a bottle and then I can feed Isaac? Can we get some bottles? Will you put the milk in there so I can feed Isaac?”

Me: “Yes. We can absolutely do that.”

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A note to future Besh on why Mommy and I were laughing the other night

January 28, 2010

Besh,

I know it probably didn’t make sense at the time and there’s no telling if you’ll remember this incident years from now when it may actually make sense. But just in case, I thought I’d help explain.

First, Mommy and I are exhausted. But you knew that. So bear in mind that this can make things a bit funnier than they are in reality. Still, this was pretty funny.

See, when we were hanging out watching “the singing show” (it’s actually called American Idol, by the way) I was holding Isaac so he didn’t wake up. Which means whatever position he fell asleep in–DON’T MOVE. This is crucial. Because as much as you can explain to a 5-week old that a new position is just as comfortable as the previous one, they don’t listen. And returning them to the former position no longer works. I’m sure there’s a scientific proof out there about this, you can go and Google it. Or whatever you use in the future if not Google.

So after sitting with Isaac on my arm for a bit, when it finally was time to move for bath time, I shifted my arm and two horrendously loud snaps came out of various joints. I groaned because they weren’t the kind of snaps that relieve pressure, they were the kind of snaps that hurt (not permanently, nothing broken, just…OW).

You, being the sweet boy you are, immediately asked “What’s wrong, Daddy?”

I, of course, responded back, “Nothing’s wrong. My arm just cracked.”

You slid off the bed and came over to the chair, such a serious and curious look on your face. And you politely asked your question.

“Can I see your crack?”

Perfectly legitimate question from your perspective. But by now you probably know that crack generally refers to, well, another part of anatomy most often found on plumbers. Your mom and I knew this, which is why we laughed a little bit.

You, not understanding what was funny, continued to ask.

“I want to see your crack. Show me your crack. Where is your crack?”

This made us laugh more. But not wanting to laugh too hard and wake up Isaac, we were both holding it in. Not well, but trying.

“What? What’s so funny? Show me your crack!”

At this point we were both crying. Not because crack is a sad thing (it can be) but we were crying from laughter. There’s nothing quite like being sleep deprived and having a four-year-old honestly and earnestly ask to see your crack.

Hopefully that makes a bit more sense now, if you even remember it.

And no, I’m still not showing you.

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You think having a baby brother is exciting?

December 29, 2009

Yesterday Besh started gymnastics camp since his school is still out for winter break. He was thrilled to be going back (he’d been over the summer) and see several of his school friends. It’d been a busy week with lots of family, both local and long-distance, and filled with many evenings of walking to the neighborhood Christmas House (a neighborhood tradition, guy does his entire front and backyard with lights, Christmas animatronic dancing things, etc.–it’s pretty awesome). But getting back to a daily routine will ultimately be a good thing for everyone, and Besh was excited to get started.

As Sara brought Besh into the camp and was talking to his teachers she looked at Besh.

Sara: “Besh, did anything exciting happen this past week?”

Besh: “Oh, yes!”

“What happened?”

“We went to the CHRISTMAS HOUSE!!”

“Anything else?”

Besh thought about it.

“Nope.”

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First week as a big brother and why Isaac can’t juggle

December 28, 2009

For those that don’t know (although I’m not sure how you would know about this blog but not know the other thing), Besher’s little brother Isaac was born on December 18. We’ve been telling him about this day for quite some time but we were still a bit nervous about his actual reaction. It went as smoothly as we could hope.

First, we had great help from the extended family. While Nonni and Gamaw were at the hospital with Sara and I, Besher had a special Zayda adventure. Besher got to come to the hospital later in the day when Sara, Isaac and I were in the room. Besh came in and immediately wanted to hold Isaac. So he washed his hands and sat in the chair holding him for a few minutes. It was pretty great. Besh smiled at Isaac, kissed his head and said, “Hi, Isaac. I’m your big brother.”

While in the hospital, Besh was in charge of making people wash their hands before they held Isaac. He loved the assignment and has continued it at home. And he continues to be incredibly loving towards his brother. Yesterday I was changing a messy diaper and Isaac was crying so Besh came in and stroked Isaac’s head while I worked on the diaper. While he stroked his little brother’s head he said, “It’s okay, Isaac. You’re okay, Isaac.” Pretty sweet.

We’ve also had some conversations about Isaac when Besh and I have gone to the grocery store or some other errands. I pointed out that Isaac wasn’t going to be able to walk for a while because he’s so small.

“Yeah, he’s so small he can’t walk,” Besh agreed. “He can’t sit. He can’t talk. He can’t eat food. He can’t play games. He can’t drive a car. He can’t even juggle!”

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Two tales from the final pre-baby days

December 17, 2009

As we count down the minutes until Besher’s little brother arrives, wanted to record two tales from this past week.

The first happened yesterday as Sara and I were guest speakers at Besh’s class for circle time. Our topic: Chanukah. That’s an easy enough subject if you’ve been celebrating it for three decades or so, but what makes it challenging is presenting to a group of inquisitive three, four, and five year olds.

Hats off to Sara who tackled the actual story of Chanukah. I was trying to figure out how to tell the story without getting all scary with war and battles and a ransacked temple, but Sara dove right in and explained there was a war and Israel won. Well there ya go.

We then showed them dreidels and how (roughly) to play. Also spoke about menorahs and latkes before giving them some latkes for snack time (with sour cream and applesauce, of course).

Before latkes, Miss Aimee asked the class if anyone had any questions. Kids raised their hands and asked us the following:

“I got my haircut at my dad’s haircut place and I got a lollipop.”

“I think lanterns are hot when they are lit so you have to turn the fan on to cool them off.” (That was Besh)

“Chocolate milk!!!”

Miss Aimee then reminded the class what a question sounded like. Turns out we didn’t have any questions.

Second tale happened last night. At dinner Sara was telling Besh how tomorrow night (as I write this, tonight) was our final night just the three of us since his little brother would be here on Friday. Sara asked if there was anyplace special that Besh would like to go for dinner. Sara, being 9 months pregnant, and also being Sara, was a bit emotional while asking Besh. As her eyes welled up, Besh thought about his options and then happily proclaimed “I know! Wendy’s!”

Sara and I burst into laughter. Besh later admitted he was just kidding (we rarely go there, but that was a favorite of his until the unfortunate vanilla Frosty incident). Remains to be seen where we go, but nice to know Besh still has a sense of humor about all these changes.

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The Official Besher’s Little Brother Prediction Game (and you can win a prize too!)

December 14, 2009

Because everyone who knows me knows I love to play games.

So we’re going to have a little prediction game. Yes, the winner gets a prize. A fabulous prize. Not to mention bragging rights. Which is even better than a prize, when you think about it.

The rules:

1. To enter, submit a comment/response to this note with your prediction for three things: Besher’s little brother’s weight at birth, his body length (in inches), and the day/time of his birth.
2. For every ounce you’re off, you get a point. For every inch you’re off, you get a point. For every hour you’re off, you get a point.
3. The entry with the least points wins the prize and bragging rights.
4. One entry per person.
5. Entries are open immediately. They will end when I post something to Facebook saying we’re off to the hospital.

Now, some extra information. We’re scheduled for a c-section on Friday, so any entries suggesting the baby will be born after Friday–well that’s just crazy. We’re scheduled for the morning, but who knows what time that could be so feel free to take that into account (if you think we’re going the distance).

Besh was a bit over 8 pounds at birth. When we had his final sonogram (about a month before birth) he was estimated to weigh 5 pounds. Besher’s little brother, on the other hand, during that same one-prior-month sonogram, was estimated to weigh 7 pounds. But those are just estimates, so feel free to take that into account.

Oh, and the little guy’s femur was off the charts during that sonogram. I don’t expect him to come out being able to dunk a basketball (but that’d be sweet), but I give you that extra bit of information as well.

So don’t wait, enter now. Because the time to enter could end ANY SECOND!

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