Bath time

Plastic green cup, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun...

Stories from the Ben

Earlier this week, The Ben and I were enjoying some much needed recreational time while Mother was away at Target. During our 9-hole golfing excursion -- Wii Sports Resort, Classic round -- The Ben and I shared a delicious pouch of fruit snacks. (...and by "shared," I mean, "He ate while I watched.")

When The Ben was finished with his fruit snacks, he crumpled the pouch in his wee hands, walked from the living room into the kitchen, opened the cupboard below the sink, and lightly placed the crumpled pouch in the garbage can. Amidst my cheering, he realized that the cupboard was still ajar. Before turning to celebrate with me, The Ben turned toward the cupboard and promptly closed it.

One might ask, "Why were you cheering and celebrating?" Well, let me tell you. You see, men are slovenly folk... at least, that's what I'm told. My boy, The Ben, has the guts and the fortitude to fly in the face of stereotypes and be his own man. That takes passion and determination in a world where everybody expects everybody else to act in a prescribe manner. I also celebrated because I can gain some serious brownie points by using The Ben's services to clean the house while Mother is away. ;)

Let it Snow

This video is a mixture of Turner and Whiting Snow Days. I'll tell you one thing: those kids are resilient.

Late Show Audition Tape

Look at the range of emotion -- the joy, the laughter, the extensive vocabulary, and the pain of picking one's nose too vigorously. Ben has it all, and he's not afraid to show it. Watch out, Leno. This kid has the potential to take your job (and subsequently get kicked off the air when you want your show back).

The Real Balloon Boy

Last weekend, Grandma and Grandpa Whiting thought it would be a good idea to give the grandkids some balloons. Ben quickly learned to say "boon" whenever he saw, heard, smelled, or even thought about a balloon. Furthermore, it took 90 minutes of screaming, crying, and repeating the word "boon" before Ben eventually fell asleep on Saturday night. Here are the highlights of the weekend.

No parents or legal guardians were incarcerated before or after the exploits of this balloon boy.

Ben and the Sled

On cold winter nights, as children nestle into the crooks of their parent's arms, they often hear the Tale of Ben and the Sled. The story goes like this:

One day, Ben rode a sled and almost killed Thayne. The End.

Unfortunately, the words of the story hardly convey the seriousness associated with the tale.

As such, I have included a video.

What are those Turner's up to lately?

As I was looking through the last couple of months worth of pictures and videos we have taken, I realize that there are some fun things we have neglected to post. I therefore present to you in no particular order a glimpse of the Turners September - November 2009!

The Pumpkin Patch

Last night, Jessica brought some pumpkins home. She said, "Look! We have a Daddy pumpkin, a Mommy pumpkin, and a Baby pumpkin!"

Should I be offended?

Grandpa Would be Proud

As the sleepy night-time hours crept from the corners of the sunlit horizon, Farmer Ben surveyed the dusty terrain. The kind earth, which once yielded to his honorable hand, had become solid and immovable as a result of persistent pressure aptly applied by the tires of a worn-out Chrysler Sebring convertible. "No matter," thought the benevolent farmer. "With my trusty John Deere, all shall be as it should."

2009 Birthday Racing

I haven't had this much fun since my 2nd grade pirate party.