Yes, there is a Benjamin, Part 3. This little boy's birthday seems to go on and on and on. In fact, he received two cards in the mail on Monday and asked me, "Is it
still my birthday?" These photos are from the night before his birthday: Benjamin's Eve. We celebrated his birthday in conjunction with Mother's Day at Dave's parents home. Practically speaking, this meant take-out Chinese followed by chocolate cake and birthday gifts.
Didn't I tell you in an earlier post that he would be satisfied with a shovel? In this case, he also got a rake and a mini wheelbarrow. Dave's mother had also found John Deere hats for all the boys on a road trip to the States. So, the boys are all sporting new farm caps.
The requisite thank-you hug for Grandma Anne.
Chinese food. Chicken balls: need I say more?
A posed smile with the gifts.
Joseph also got a shovel to minimise the potential for conflict.
We worked very hard at keeping our thumbs down to indicate four years of age. The calculator has nothing to do with figuring out Ben's age. Unfortunately, poor Joseph is terribly confused and believes that he is simultaneously seven and four - too many birthdays, too close together.
Ahh, yes, he does take after his mother. Mom and Dad, can you see the inherited pose?
Blowing out the candles (after I had struck a match that, once lit, promptly snapped in two and landed burning-end down on the upholstered chair. Better luck no man hath had.)
Not posed and altogether genuine Benjamin Nicholas, age 4, apple of a few eyes.
We have also made room for this apple.
It was freezing last weekend unlike the weekend before when the temps hit the high 20s. Rather, flurries were blowing and the thermostat was just peaking above zero degrees last Saturday. Still, the boys braved the elements to try out the new implements in Grandma's garden.
Didn't I tell you in an earlier post that he would be satisfied with a shovel? In this case, he also got a rake and a mini wheelbarrow. Dave's mother had also found John Deere hats for all the boys on a road trip to the States. So, the boys are all sporting new farm caps. 
The requisite thank-you hug for Grandma Anne.
Chinese food. Chicken balls: need I say more?
A posed smile with the gifts.
Joseph also got a shovel to minimise the potential for conflict.
We worked very hard at keeping our thumbs down to indicate four years of age. The calculator has nothing to do with figuring out Ben's age. Unfortunately, poor Joseph is terribly confused and believes that he is simultaneously seven and four - too many birthdays, too close together.
Ahh, yes, he does take after his mother. Mom and Dad, can you see the inherited pose?
Blowing out the candles (after I had struck a match that, once lit, promptly snapped in two and landed burning-end down on the upholstered chair. Better luck no man hath had.)
Not posed and altogether genuine Benjamin Nicholas, age 4, apple of a few eyes.
We have also made room for this apple.
It was freezing last weekend unlike the weekend before when the temps hit the high 20s. Rather, flurries were blowing and the thermostat was just peaking above zero degrees last Saturday. Still, the boys braved the elements to try out the new implements in Grandma's garden.
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