Ben and I are all still a little under the weather, and after speaking with Kristin, it appears that we have the same stuff as her and Sam. Runny nose, etc. in the morning, pretty good during the day, coughing at night. It stinks. We have had it for over a week now. Ben was very fussy and ran a pretty high temperature the other evening (103 degrees) which was very stressful, but it subsided by the time he went to bed. Janette said that this was normal with teething. Normal?
Jet was off to work last night, and wouldn’t you know it, the second she leaves, Ben wakes from his afternoon nap. I am not sure if it was related to the teething, but Ben was just in an awful mood as he always wanted to be held, which was not convenient for me as I still had a bit of work to do for school. Ben didn’t mind, he just kept trying to pound keys on my laptop as I was trying to finish my work. In honor of the big game last night (Packers v. Cowboys), I decided to grill the last of Dad’s brats that he brought with him during his visit in October. Trying to keep up with Ben, however, caused me to loose track of time. By the time I realized it, it was too late - the brats were charred to the point that they were no longer edible. Well, I still had to try and see if they were edible since they were my last brats. The first one I ate I had to douse heavily with ketchup to dull the terrible taste of ash and char. I was almost in tears over the loss of such a wonderful treat as I started on my second brat when Linda called and saved the day – she had some leftover chili and cornbread and invited me over. She didn’t have to twist my arm.
Needless to say, with Ben being in the condition he was, even though it was 60 degrees at 6:00pm last night, I decided not to take Ben to the Oxford Christmas parade. There is always next year, right? Or if I really wanted, there are about a dozen other Christmas parades going on in the next week in neighboring towns that we could attend. I ended up staying over at Donald and Linda’s for a while and watched most of the Packer game. Oh well, it could have been worse. Hopefully the Pack can build off of that game for later in the season. I didn’t know how Ben would be last night, but after playing for a little bit, he went to sleep on Linda’s bed right next to her as she was watching TV. That allowed both Donald and I to watch the game undisturbed.
I will be staying home today, which is the first time in about three weeks I think. Leaving in the morning has been a little different lately as I am usually just ready to leave when Ben wakes up. As I leave out the door, he begins to fuss and reaches out for me as if to say “don’t go”. Or maybe it’s just that he wants to go outside with me. Who knows. As you already know, he often claps his hands when he is in a happy mood and he can wave good-bye to people as they leave. Ben also likes to dance a bit. When you put on some music, sometimes Ben likes to bop up and down with it, only fast-paced stuff, though. Also, when I chase him around the room for fun, if he wants me to catch him he will stop running and start walking backwards until I get him. In fact, he also likes to run-in-place (best way I can think to describe it) when you get him excited while playing with him running around the room. Now we are trying to teach him “touchdown”, but Ben just looks at Jet and I a little crazy. This may take a little more time. Perhaps by Christmas.



