This was a moment more of frustration than the first entry in this blog.  Not that I'm under the delusion that anyone who knows me is under the delusion that I am a perfect parent, but just so we're all clear about that I'm posting this story.

I've been sick for about five days so that knocks about 50 percent of parenting energy out right off the bat every time that I open my eyes. This morning Ben was really fussy and clingy. He wanted down, no up, no down, no up...and on and on this went. It didn't help that I was sitting at the computer and so I was really trying to do my own thing and wishing that he would do his own thing as well. As it turns out 15 month old babies aren't really into "their own thing".

So I'm sitting at the computer and Ben wants up and so I pick him up and he's fussy and wants down so I put him down and he's fussy and wants held again and so on and so forth. After about five minutes of this I've had enough on a ...

I find myself in this position a lot so I might turn this into it's own mini-blog. I say something to Ben and then wince and have to backtrack..."what I meant to say was...." Luckily, he doesn't pick up on these things yet so maybe I can get myself under control.

Today I had left my Bible on the couch and Ben had found it and was flipping through the pages. Then he started flipping...with great enthusiasm. The binding on my Bible is not great (unfortunately, since it was a gift from Mom and Dad and has my name on it) and so I didn't want to lose any more pages. So far I've got all the books I'm just missing some maps and reference material. :) Anyway. I didn't want Ben to break my Bible. So I said, "Ben, Bibles are not for babies."

OPPS!!!! What I MEANT to say was, "Ben, let's trade. Here's a book for you and please give me my Bible."