The problem about Ben when his schedule changes is that everything around him needs to change as well. So at 7:30 tonight he and I are now up in my room, in MY bed, trying to get him to bed. It is WAY too early for me, and quite frankly it may be too early for him as well, but it seemed to make sense at the time.

And though he is a bright boy, and amazing every day in his own way, a few minutes ago as we were here and I was typing away I heard thunder. I quickly clicked on the weather icon of my computer and looked at the approaching storm and said out loud, “it looks like we are going to get hammered.”

It was one sentence with many meanings, although I meant we are going to get hit hard by the approaching storm. But Ben was suddenly convinced we would be building something, and apparently building something right now. At just two years old, I was glad to see he wasn’t suddenly excited about drinking till we couldn’t see straight, so for now I will enjoy his innocence. I however was not enjoying his delay tactics. He was in his pajamas, he was under the covers, and this was not his first rodeo. He KNEW he was going to bed, and just took the construction road because he thought he could. Too bad for him! I hope he is asleep before the storm.

But he and I are probably more alike than I would care to admit. Tonight I just want him to be different, and not a screw-off like every Tirman male that has ever lived. I suppose I do not have much of a chance, because the Lord gives us just what we deserve. He is here in the dark, laughing, and trying to stand on his head. I probably do not have a chance!

Goodnight my friends (from this apparent circus) and God Bless!
Tommy+