January 31, 2006

Four Things

Here are my lists of four things. Grandpa and Auntie Ang both tagged me. I'm only doing it because I haven't written anything in a long time. I'm not tagging anyone either. You can't make me.

Four jobs I've had:
1. Be nice to the kitty!
2. Come here!
3. Put that down!
4. Don't eat that!
(I'm not really very good at any of those...)
Evidence:












Four movies I watch over and over:
1. Veggie Tales Sing Along
2. Veggie Tales Sing Along
3. Veggie Tales Sing Along
4. Veggie Tales Sing Along
Evidence:


Four places I've lived:
1. Mommy's tummy
Evidence:2. A house
3. A tent
3. This house

Four TV shows I love:
1. Elmo's World (My new favorite.)
2. Thomas The Tank Engine
3. Tractor Tom
4. Doodlebops

Four places I've vacationed:
1. A lake
2. Some place called Bee See
Evidence:
3. Winnipeg
4. Grandma and Grandpa's

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Candy
2. Fries
3. Cucumbers and salad dressing
4. Chips and dip
Evidence:

Four sites I visit daily:
I don't surf the web very often, usually I just like Mommy to load up all of our pictures and I look at those. From a photo I can now recognize and name: Mommy, Dada, Grandma and Grandpa, Auntie Ang, Noah, and of course things like cars, bottles, juice, and kitties...

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Grandma and Grandpa's
2. Aunty Ang's
3. Noah's
4. Anywhere that requires going in the car. I'm constantly standing at the top of the stairs saying, "Gonna goola inna Caw? Up we go!"

Now here are four lists of four things 'cause some of those last ones weren't really very interesting to me...

Four of my favorite toys:
1. Cars, cars, and more cars... Usually used in combination with my fisher price parking garage.
2. The cats.
3. My monkey and my bear. I take them everywhere with me.
4. My Thomas the Train. I have him in one of my hands at ALL TIMES. He hurts my hand when I fall with him, but that doesn't stop me.

Four things I say every four minutes:
1. Tanty?
2. Sairs?
3. Up we go!
4. Titty!

Four of my very favorite books:
1. Things That Go. (A book with a lot of car pictures.)
2. The Very Hungry Caterpillar. (I call this book "Pop!" because it says that on one page... "Then, pop! Out of the egg came a very small and very hungry caterpillar.")
3. Snuggle Puppy (I call this book "Oh, oh, oh." Cause that's how the song in it goes... "Oh, oh, oh... Snuggle Puppy of mine!"
4. The Monster At The End of This Book (This is a new favorite of mine. I make Mommy and Daddy read it OVER and OVER. They find this strange because the book really upsets me and the whole time they are reading I keep saying, "Oh no! Oh no!" When they are done reading I cry until they start reading it again... I'm kind of strange sometimes.)

Four ways I can make Mommy and Daddy say "No Ben!"
1. Climbing on the kitchen table to play with Mommy's ceramic cat collection. I do this real nice and quiet till they come into the kitchen, then I jump up and down with one of her cats and SHOUT, "Titty! Titty!" Works every time.
2. Putting small cars or toys or pens in their drinks. Also works like a charm.
3. Sometimes I like to feel around down there while Mommy and Daddy change my poopy diapers. That one gets immediate results.
4. Picking my nose. 'Nough said.
No evidence for any of these ones... Heh heh. Momma didn't raise no fool!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love your blog Ben. You are one great little kid, and you sound like you are a good source of entertainment for your mom and dad. Way to be a good little boy. I can't stand prim and proper children. It's good that you get messy and have a lot of fun.

John said...

You just get funnier and funnier.
I knew you could do this Ben. And we need to hear more about you. Wish you lived closer so you could come to my house some evenings.

footsack said...

That is so cool Ben. Glad your mom clarified what 'titty' actually meant. Of course it could only mean 'kitty'. Kids have these strange accents that confuse the heck out of adults. We went camping with Robyn when she was about 22 months old and she saw a camp fire and Melanie told her 'fi-err' 2 sylybles??(how the heck do you spell that?????) anyway..... Robyn's response to fire was f*** ooh. Really bad. We stopped going camping until she talked properly. Love your words Ben.

Anonymous said...

Our pastor's little boy said kitty the same way. One time Jen went over there to babysit wearing a Felix the Cat shirt. Josh pointed up at her shirt and loudly proclaimed,"Ooh! Titty!!" She didn't wear that shirt around him until he could talk properly.

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