Let It Be, the movie

This is pretty recent -- sometime between Hanukah and Christmas.


For an explanation of the "phase one" stuff, see this.

Where to begin?

Tonight's dinner joke:

• Ben:  Knock knock!
• Neil:  Who's there?
• Ben:  The Beatles.
• Neil:  The Beatles who?
• Ben:  The Beatles are glad you didn't say orange or banana!

Ben's most graphic joke so far, concocted one evening while we were in Wisconsin over Christmas:  "If Winnie the Pooh made a poop, he would be Winnie the Poop!"  More recently, he has added the follow-up observation:  "If he didn't make a poop, then he would be Winnie the Pooh!"

Ben tells his own stories these days, usually variations on ones that we make up for him.  Most of his stories lately have been about the Beatles.  [I know, I know -- you all think we're overdoing the Beatles thing.  But I swear, the kid is absolutely obsessed.]  His favorite theme these days has been The Beatles Go To The Circus.  Invariably, there are clowns with balloons, and it is John's birthday, so a clown comes over, announces this to the crowd, and gives John and the rest of the Beatles balloons.  The only suspense lies in which color each Beatle will ask for.  Most of the Beatles seem to favor black or brown baloons -- read into this whatever you like.

For most of the time that Ben has been obsessed with the Beatles (since he was about 15 months old), his favorite seemed to be John.  Now he has settled on Ringo, in no small part because of the mind-bogglingly beautiful wooden drum that my father made for him for Christmas.  His favorite album is Let It Be, and his favorite song is "Two of Us."  He has also developed an unfortunate interest in the lyrics to "Maggie May."  Actually, I don't know all the lyrics to "Maggie May," but I'm pretty sure they're not really appropriate for a two year old.  This happens.  I'm sure that some of their critics thought otherwise, but the Beatles weren't really writing for the preschool demographic, and more than once we've run into a detail or two that we just kinda gloss over.  He can sing all of "All Together Now," and he thinks that the line "Can I take my friend to bed?" is about naptime.  And he has absolutely no idea what Kinky Boot Beasts are (do you?), but I must admit that it's rather cute when he refers to them as "Pinky Binky Boot Beasts".

We celebrate both Hanukah and Christmas around here, and Ben was heavily into both this year.  Every night of Hanukah, he solemnly undertook the important task of picking out the shamash; most nights, it was orange.  [We had one of those modern multi-colored candle collections.]  "Shamash" is not an easy word for anyone to say, let alone a 25 month old, but he made a brave stab at it.  He also sings the dreidel song at breakneck speed, and correctly identifies each Hebrew letter on it.  I'm not kidding.  He freaked us out with this one night.  Now, each character is a different color on our dreidel, and he might have just memorized the colors, but even so....

I just made a quick count, and I'm estimating that he knows upwards of 100 ASL signs by now, perhaps more.  Receptively, not necessarily expressively.  In fact, his attempts to make signs are usually pretty primitive.  One of his favorites these days is "jungle".  For one of our Signing Time playgroups, I taught the group how to sign the song "In the Jungle" (you know -- awimaweh, in the jungle, the lion sleeps tonight, and all that).  So several times a week he'll turn to me and say, apropros of nothing, "This is the sign for jungle, Mommy!", and proceed to create trees along his arm and up to his shoulder.  Apparently, his idea of a jungle involves lots and lots of foliage.

Ben rarely makes any signs while watching Signing Time DVDs.  In fact, much of the time, he seems to tune in and out.  When we encourage him to make signs, he actively resists it (but part of that is Being Two -- if Mommy and Daddy want it, that's as good a reason as any to reject it).  But then, a couple of days later, out of nowhere, he'll make some of the signs, so clearly he's paying attention.  Receptively, he has a much larger vocabulary -- as is typical -- and this is of course the more important skill area as far as we're concerned.  When his equipment is off, he talks and we sign.

A new decade...

...or is it?  Remember the arguments about whether 2000 should be included in the old millenium or the new one, the old century or the new one?  Well, whatever.  It's a year ending in 0, and that always seems to bring on more serious jubilation and reflection than others.  (If you really dig those, we should switch to a binary calendar, so we'd get one every other year, but I digress.)

I'll be honest:  This last semester was rough, professionally and to some extent personally.  I felt like I was working long, hard hours without reaping much success in the classroom, at least in two of my classes.  It was frustrating and exhausting, and that seeped out into the rest of my life.  Ben continued to amaze and delight us on an almost daily basis with his abilities, growth, and generally sweet personality; at the same time, he turned Two, and his increasingly intense episodes of Twoness have been a source of both gratification and exasperation.  I'll save most of the Twoness for another post, but suffice it to say that I spend a good deal of my time reminding myself, through gritted teeth, "He's developing executive autonomy, he's developing executive autonomy," which sounds much more impressive than "He's being a stubborn and contrary little stinker!"

As a result, it's a little hard to look forward right now with the sort of anticipation and resolution which the occasion requires; I'm still in recovery mode.  But I have recovered enough to be very mindful of how incredibly fortunate I am, fortunate in family and love, fortunate in the quality and security of my life.  I wish everyone good fortune and peace in the New Year.  And Ben, I love you.

The last few months....

Okay, so I missed that last self-imposed deadline for posting, but here I am.  Also, I can't seem to find September's calendar right now.  So in lieu of that, I'll start off with a gratuitously cute picture of Ben sleeping with his posterior hoisted high in the air.  He does that sometimes.

And here are October and November:

Let's see.  Ben seems to have fed a goat and played with finger paints on October 10th.  Oh, I guess October 6th was our inaugural Signing Time Playgroup.  Those have been great -- friends large and small join us for play, signing, and a Signing Time DVD.  On November 3rd Nolan and Matthew came, and Nolan's blue swirly ear molds were a hit with Ben (that is an attempt to draw Nolan's hearing aid and ear mold).  Both Ben and his beloved Curious George doll got seasonal flu vaccines on October 8th, and were rewarded with matching bandaids.  Grandma and Grandpa came on the 16th, in time for Ben's 2nd birthday on the 19th.  October 24th marks my first attempt (among many) to render our local college's clock tower, which Ben has taken rather a liking to.  Halloween is captured by a reference to "Whoopee once, whoopee twice, whoopee chicken soup with rice," from Maurice Sendak's book Chicken Soup with Rice, one of Ben's favorites.

The Yankees put an end to the Phillies' World Series hopes on November 4th, much to Ben's and his father's delight (Neil is Bronx born and bred), although Ben did develop a fondness for the Philly mascot.  Fall foliage slowly gives way to images of Santa as November progresses.  Ben obtained his first library card on November 20th.  As of the 23rd, Ben's Beatle Obsession was still going strong.  (On our recent flight to Wisconsin, Ben regaled nearby passengers with a Beatles medly, interspersed with such toilet-training hits as "The Tushy Pushy".)  We spent Thanksgiving with Ben's paternal grandparents.  And the monitor tells me that Master Ben is just now waking up from his nap, so I'd better draw this to a close.  December to follow in a few days....

Hi, remember me?

Yes, I know it's been ages since I've posted anything.  (My mother-in-law has pointed this out several times lately.  Apparently she's getting withdrawal symptoms, and needs a Benny Fix.)  This semester has been absolutely crazy, but I'm very close to the end.  I gave my last final this morning, and while I sat there I finished grading one from earlier in the week.  So I just have two massive piles of final exams to grade, and then compute grades, plus a million other small end-of-semester tasks .... but I promise I'll blog by the weekend at the latest.  Ben has been doing marvelous things in recent weeks, so there is much to report on.  He has also been Very Two lately (his favorite phrase now is "I don't!!!!!").

So much for talking down to him....

Ben's new obsession is the clock tower on the college campus where Neil and I teach. Yesterday I indulged him in a quick clock tower drive-by on our way home from daycare. Here is a tidbit from our dinner conversation, in which Ben recounted this experience to his father:

Ben: We did not hear the bells.
Neil: You're right. Sometimes the bells don't ring for a long time. You would have to wait a long time to hear them.
Ben: They ring every hour, and only once on the half-hour.

Sheer Brag

I don't have much time right now (those quizzes aren't grading themselves), but I had to share this tidbit: This morning, over breakfast, Ben (a) sang much of "Supercallifrajilistickexpialidotious"* and (b) counted to ten in Turkish**.

* I'm not even going to bother to run spellcheck on this post.
** Fethiye, that one's for you! TeSekillar ederIm! (You can correct my spelling in a comment.)