Sunday is Esther's 7th birthday! We are celebrating tonight by taking 6 of her little friends bowling and for pizza and cake. (It's not really a birthday to Ross without cake AND ice cream, but I think the ice cream might melt while we bowl, don't you?) We opted not to take Benaiah for 3 reasons:
1. He can't walk.
2. He can't bowl.
3. Due to his round body and bald head, he might be mistaken for a bowling ball.
Therefore, he is staying with Haybat, our sweet Iraqi babysitter we consider part of the family! This is the first time I have left Benaiah for longer than 3 hours, so I am leaving formula and a bottle just in case we don't make it back and he is squalling. I have never actually given him a bottle before, so...um, hope it goes well, Haybat! I ran out to the grocery last night to buy this little box of formula and it was $15! I did a little mental math (ok, I used a calculator) and figured out that if Benaiah drank formula exclusively, this box would last him about 2 days. So that is about $7.50 a day to feed him. So, if I didn't nurse Benaiah he would cost us about $2,737.50 per year. I have 5 kids. So basically, I have saved us $13,687.50 in the last 10 years by lactating. Wow. I think I'll submit my claim form to Ross later, maybe after they are all out of college.
On another note, today we must go visit the Emniyet. This is where we fill out lots of forms, go to lots of windows, get lots of stamps, answer lots of questions, get lots of questioning looks, pay lots of money, and get our visas to live here. We have a Turkish gal on staff who helps keep us all here legally. She accidentally forgot to submit Benaiah's paperwork, so he is technically here as an illegal alien. I got a call from our grandpa on staff who said he'd been to the post office and seen a picture of Benaiah on a WANTED sign. ha ha! Ross has been singing the Dukes of Hazard theme song to Benaiah, "Just a good ol' boy, never meanin' no harm, been in trouble with the law since the day he was born..." We'll have to pay a small fine UNLESS Benaiah can weasel his way out of it. I dressed him up and took the pictures above of him this morning. Do you think he can do it?