Thursday, February 26, 2009
On the way into the house after school I had several bags of groceries in my hands and also the keys. Beren tried to take the keys from me to open the door, but I declined because it takes him forever:
"Thank you Beren, that's very nice of you, but I think I'd rather open it myself."
"I wasn't doing it to be helpful, Mom," he informed me coldly. "I just want to get into the darn house."
CAN I GET A SIDE OF SURGURY WITH THAT?
This morning Beren was playing a game on the computer called "Microbe Combat" which sparked a discussion about diseases and how our body fights them. Eventually, the the topic of vacinations came up.
Mom: So that's why I take you to get shots. To let your body have a chance to develop a weapon against serious illnesses before it has to send its white blood cell soldiers to fight those germs for real."
Beren: Well, I get it, but I don't like shots at all. If you're gonna take me to the doctor, I want surgury. Like when I broke my arm. They let me have a popsickle that night in the hospital. You know, I kind of like medical places!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My new nephew is finally here. He is dang good looking (like all us Blanchards)and very strong and alert. His parents think he's a keeper. Baby was 8 lbs 3 oz. and 21.5 inches long. Beren is tickled to have a new cousin. We only do this once every 3 years in my family, so it's a big deal.