Copy Cat

We seem to have a copy cat on our hands. He is focused and takes his work very seriously. Last weekend my dad came over to help Chris fix our lawn mower (and in true Kirk style, also came prepared to tackle the jungle of weeds growing in our driveway. What can I say the man appreciates a well kept lawn! Thank you, Dad!) I was able to snap a few pictures of my dad and Chris in action, as well as their copy cat, shadowing every move.

What went wrong with our mower, went wrong with Ben's mower. The little guy mused to himself all along the way, muttering under his breath about "having a problem and no, that's not where that goes." He even managed to get a hold of a real screwdriver (a phillips head, and yes he knows the difference between a phillips and a flat head) and took out a couple screws from the bottom of his mower. The problem with our mower involved the pull start cable and you better believe that the old cable is now zip-tied to Ben's mower, so his can be just like his dad's :) 

All in all, it was a success for both parties. Chris and Dad had our mower fixed in no time and I was quite impressed that the task did not involve a single trip to our local hardware store (this is impressive because most of the fix-it tasks that involve our house and my dad involve a run to at least a couple hardware stores). And Ben's mower is looking quite "special."

Our little copy cat has also enjoyed watching the Olympics. He and Chris play volleyball and do "crazy moves" every night before bed. He has taken to putting on his volleyball uniform before the games begin. It looks a little like this:

Volleyball uniform = little boy tighty whities over jammies

He also enjoyed pickle-making recently and stayed very focused throughout the whole process and frequently pretends that he is making pickles at home. Tonight he instructed Chris on how he could make pickles at home, and he pretty much had the whole process down!

Getting ready with the pickle makers

Rolling out the cukes

Focused Papa and Grandson, measuring the mustard seed

Chris has started playing the trumpet again, and you better believe Bennie-boy has been sure to get in on that action as well. These pictures are from the beginning of the summer at Grammie Carol and Grampie Jim's.

Just like Daddy

Just like Uncy J

 

A couple new phrases the little copy cat has added to his repertoire include: 

"Be there in a jiffy." This had to come from one of his preschool teachers because I swear neither Chris nor I have ever uttered this one. 

"Quite" As in, "mom, the middle rock is quite dry, isn't it?"

And my all time favorite: "We're pretty damn good volleyball players aren't we, dad?" Yep, this one is thanks to Chris. I'm not sure what is more concerning, the fact that our four year old is swearing or that he is using curse words in perfect context!