Number Three

So, I turned three. Yep, the big 03. We had a party to celebrate, and am I one lucky boy. There were skates, and tunnels, and racetracks, and helmets (2 helmets!!!), and crafts, and movies, and a FIRETRUCK CAKE!!! but, most importantly, there was grammy and grampy, great grammy, and colie, mandy and grandma, papa and lisa and stephanie and noah. like mommy always says, it was by the best day ever!

the pirate and the princess

feliz dia de los muertos. this halloween was much more fun than previous years. bennett loved the entire process, and woke up this morning (at 5am) saying, "trick or treating was the most fun i have ever had in my entire life!!!" bennett was a pirate, and he brought is favorite princess, ms. jayda rae. bennett RAN from house to house, screaming up each drive, "ARRRRRR, trick or treat!!!" just proving that while he may not longer be an odd duck, but he is certainly an odd pirate.

big trucks

last weekend, bennett and i traveled to the farm. while i was fulfilling a lifelong dream of seeing ms. spears live - bennett and grampy were playing on heavy machinery.




there is some construction happening on our land. apparently, the ditches are not big enough. needless to say, bennett and mommy both spent the weekend in heaven. me w/ brit, and best friends, - bennett with grampy, big trucks, and grammy, too.

family pics

a few weeks ago, we met tamara and doug
in minneapolis to take our family pics. we went to minnehaha falls, and had a good time. the park was beautiful, bennett was pretty well behaved, and tamara is not TOO pregnant, so she could still hold the shadow screen thing-y. we love ringeisen photograhy!

#4

from this day on, I choose you, my beloved Andy, to be my husband,
to live with you and laugh with you;
to stand by your side and sleep in your arms;
to be joy to your heart and food to your soul;
to bring out the best in you always;
and, for you, to be the most that i can.


to laugh with you in the good times;
to struggle with you in the bad times;
to solace you when you are downhearted;
to wipe your tears with my hands;

to comfort you with my body;
to mirror you with my soul;
to share with you all my riches and honors;
to play with you as much as i can until we grow old;
and still loving each other sweetly and gladly
our lives shall come to the end.

always my love, mr. prose.

the note

i picked bennett up from stephanie's house the other day, and he had a note in his pocket. he insisted on reading it to me immediately. this kid will be a heart breaker one day...

big changes around here...

there have been some big changes around here. bennett is wanting to do everything by himself. his favorite phrase, of late, is "don't help me, mommy. NOT AT ALL!!" this being said, i decided it was time to give the toilet a try. i am not a fan of parenting literature or advice columns, so in typical prose fashion, i decided to wing it (and not tell anyone, in case it was a miserable failure). i informed bennett he was done w/ diapers, and would now use the potty like mommy and daddy. then, i let him run around, with no pants. it did not take long for him to figure out how amazing the human body is (and, he will tell you, in detail, upon request). after one kitchen clean-up - no
more diapers!
the best part of this new found freedom is no more diapers! the worst part is no more diapers! every where we go, bennett has to check out the bathroom (including porta-pottys - which he described in awe as "WOW. COOL. AWESOME.") he also has to use the bathroom after he has been put to bed, and immediatley when we pull out of our drive.

Now, the last thing on B's To-Do list is always to go potty (for real).