Midnight Snack

We went to Gram's house for dinner last night. It was yummy, but Ben didn't eat much- as usual, he's always too excited to play with his cousins to eat. I tried to threaten with the, "We're not having any bedtime snacks when we get home!" and to his credit- he did eat his hotdog. We got home, ready for bed, he never asked for anything else to eat- he was probably thinking, "what's the point- she always flips out on that one!"
soooooo, 4:30 am rolls around--- and aparently Ben was talking/whining/calling for us (of course, i heard none of this- dead to the world) but Barry got up with him. I remember waking up and hearing a little voice in the kitchen? odd place to be at 4:30, i think. roll out of bed and trapse in, hmmm, dad and ben are trying to decide what to have for a midnight snack! he settled on cheese and crackers and some milk.

ok, ok, you win, Ben, MERCY! you can have a bedtime snack anytime you want- just don't get us up at 4:30 in the morning anymore, go ahead and ask before you go to bed, i promise not to bring up how you should have eaten your dinner!!!


The really sad part of all this was that i was already thinking at 4:30, "hmmm, this is pretty funny, maybe i should put this on the blog, maybe i should take his picture!" i did restrain myself and did NOT take his picture. now i wish i would have, though, he was pretty cute sitting there w/ bedhead, sleepy eyes, munching crackers in his Lightin' McQueen jammies.