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A Little Help From Our Friends

A local farm, turned county park, offered a special event featuring the Civil War. Volunteers dressed as military personnel, farmers, craftsman, acted out battles and answered questions. It was family friendly and the kids were welcomed to try out each experience. Ben was content at watching everything going on around us. Logan and Sean were mesmerized with the machine that removed corn kernels, and they literally spent most of their time getting the heads of corn from the shed and then either by hand or machine taking off the kernels. For some reason, unknown to me, this was an exciting activity for them. Ben and I visited the cows nearby. A boy of about 10 or 12 came up to us and offered to help Ben feed the cows. The photos you see are of Ben and this boy. Notice how the boy gently uses a hand-over-hand approach to help Ben feed the cows.   The boy suggested that Ben may like to get the kernels off himself using the machine. This kid was so kind and thoughtful, I agreed.

The Wildest Brother

In The Wildest Brother , a wonderful story about siblings by Cornelia Funke ; the main character happens to be named Ben. Throughout the book, little brother Ben, protects his sister from imaginary ghosts, goblins, bears and any other creatures that may attack a big sister without warning. Ben does a great job during the day of saving her; however, when night comes, he is quick to jump into bed with her and let her take over the slaying of dragons and other things that go bump in the night. We read this story a few nights ago and since then, Logan has been sleeping in bed with our own Ben. Not sure if the book prompted this arrangement and if it did, I am unsure who is protecting whom. Asking these questions would surely ruin the moment. And I certainly don't want to do that.

Feeling a Little Nostalgic

This little buggy is really too small for any of our boys, but they still find ways to play with it. When they were small, we had three like it and most of the time, these cars were inside the house. The boys played in them all the time. This one has been relegated to the outdoors, part of my several step program to get toys to the give-away pile. Whenever we are outside, Ben has his eye on this car. Today, Ben was determined to get inside. Since his feet and legs did not fit, he closed the door and let them hang out. He did all of this without assistance - from getting into the driver's seat and maeuvering his body to closing the door and getting his feet over the side. Getting out was a different story.  The Good Ol' Days