Mr. Ben turned 12 today. Can you believe that? I can't.
He wanted cereal for his Birthday breakfast. And we had pizza for his Birthday party for lunch (and left overs for dinner). His Birthday party was the best ever. He planned the whole thing. He invited a bunch of friends over and they played capture the flag, ate pizza, and opened presents. They also played an intense game of ping pong war while they waited for everybody to get there. This game screams of being a boy. Every person has a ping pong paddle, and are split up on to two teams. From there, you hit ping pong balls across the room at the other team as hard as you can. No points, no one gets out--just a lot of welts earned, I'm sure.
It hardly seems possible that he is old enough to be 12, but let's be honest here--it hardly seems possible that I can be old enough to have a 12-year-old. At church, I think they try to soften the blow with milestones. When a child turns 12, they leave Primary (the young children's Sunday school class), and move up to Young Men's or Young Women's. So at least when he turns 13, it won't seem like that big of a deal because he already went up to Young Men's (right? I'll try to read this next year and remind myself that 13 doesn't seem so bad).
Ben is a cool first child. He is extremely patient with us. We totally enjoy his free babysitting services. One of his greatest desires is to be a dad, which helps us a ton because he naturally likes to take care of Piper--even when we don't ask him to do so. He is a hard worker and loves to have fun. When he grows up he wants to be the CEO of the local utility company. At one time he wanted to take his wife on a 2 year honeymoon. Practicality has taken over, and now it is down to 2 weeks. He wants to travel, but he also wants to live across the street from us when he is older. This makes my heart happy. He has always wanted to live close by, and I hope it never changes. He loves learning to play the guitar, he still loves Legos, he loves milk, he asks every night if the girls remembered to feed their fish (he does get that bit of OCD from me), and he is one of those boys that wears shorts every day no matter what the temperature gauge says. He is sweet, has a tender heart, and is very forgiving. We love this cool kid!

