Little Fire Truck

Don't think he's going to do any rescuing any time soon. He stole this fire truck to get away from the cops. Just look at this face... the face of someone who knows he can get away with murder.

Sand People are Good people Too...

...But not to Anakin. Looked carefully at these photos. Can you spot the future Darth lurking in the background, ready to attack these unsuspecting sandpeoples?

Oops, pooped 'em

Heh heh, guess what's in my pants.

IBM Executive

A very nice lady (really), also known as Steve's boss, sent Ben a little red outfit with a "Future IBM Executive" screen on the front. While wearing this particular outfit we noticed a marked difference in Ben's behavior. Our little method actor immediately gets into character and exerts his executive power by biting the little people... aka his workers... aka his parents.

Binky bo jinky

See the resemblance? No? Then just imagine Steve with a binky in HIS mouth. Ah, yes. There it is.

No cake for you

Ben discovers everything but the birthday cake at his friend Sarah's birthday party.

a day later and 3 ounces short

Blamed for giving him my dreadful cold from last week, I have to admit I was annoyed when Steve constantly complained about how uncomfortable he was. I thought, "oh come on. I lived through it and so can you." Eventually on Monday night he was buckled over with so much pain that he was losing feeling in his arms and legs and face. Hmm, could this be more than my little cold? We rushed him to the hospital. By then Steve was vomiting, spasming and passing out from pain. And I felt terrible for ever thinking he should just grin and bare the discomfort (that I thought was a minor stomach flu). Because apparently it was far far worse and he actually held up amazingly well for what it turned out to be, walking the half mile plank to the emergency room by himself (due to hospital contruction) before collapsing there. At first, however, confused doctors twidled their thumbs and called him the mystery patient. I guess Steve's mother, father, and myself should have been in charge of the diagnosis because we all guessed appendicitis. Hours and hours later the doctors said, "oh, about that appendix thing, you may be on to something there." His appendix was removed the next afternoon. The operating surgeon was shocked by just how infected it was. Here is Steve a day later and 3 ounces short.

The monkey cage

We took Ben to the monkey cage at the zoo. The monkeys went crazy. Hooting and hollering and throwing bananas. After Steve and I suffered multiple direct hits, but Ben none, we realized they were to trying to claim Ben as one of their own. We can't say we blame them.