Well, I switched the loads of wash. Ben then insisted (by taking me by the hand) on walking me up the stairs to the second floor. This means he wants to go into the shower. He does this everyday at some point. He also insisted I take the band aids off my finger. He does not like band aids. He does now allow people to put them on him (with a fuss yet, but not a wrestling match) and he wants them off soon. My paper cut is not bleeding, but more tender open to air.
I got some of the wash folded before blogging this. I must finish folding this load and put Ben's clean bedding on whole he is hanging out in the shower. He still knows not how to wash. I do this hand-over-hand with him ... either right away if I do not want some snippet of time to myself or after he hangs out and I got something done, before I take him out altogether.
I am going to post a picture of the side of the house (part of Ben's shadow is in it) and one of Ben. I do love Ben very much. He brings me joys I would have never known about if it were not for him. I want to keep him home. He will be 10 in early April. I wonder how parents of older kids have done it. One.Day.At.A.Time.
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