Riding!!

Kells likes to ride. I can just see it. In the future he will be a motorcycle man!! Either that or a dirt bike rider. He likes to take his litte 4 wheeler four bying on Cooper's pillow. He hasn't figured out how to steer yet though so he squeezes his eyes shut and braces for impact whenever he gets close to a wall.

Now his Harley Hippo, as I call it, he has down pat. He can mount that sucker and take off like no one's business. Can you tell he likes this toy?

A little love for mama

Kells has been snuggling a lot lately and on this particular day I got it on camera. It's like the taming of the wild beast documentary. I should get some kind of reward. Well, Luke should anyway for actually getting the camera fast enough. Anywho, Kells likes to make noise with his mouth and recently he has started trying to make me do it too. He will start waving at my lips, for lack of better description, until I start making a sound so he can make the pfta, pfta, pfta noise with his hand. Does that make sense? Well, here's a pic that I hope kind of describes it.

He loves to make music too. Last week Luke took Kells to his aunts house and his grandmother was there and played the piano. When Kells heard her play apparently he was in total stand still and listen mode. Luke has started to leave the piano open here at home and every once in a while Kells will bless us with a song. His GG (=great grandma on Lukes side) also got him this great xlaphone (sp?).

He's still trying to figure out how to make the music with the rod in his mouth but he'll get it.

Ktichen Helper Part II

So Kells has made this his ritual while I am cooking. He will walk over to the stove, position himself between my legs and the cupboard, throw his hands in the air and scream. So, of course I pick him up because after the screaming begins the latching on and there is no way to walk when a small human has a hold of both of your legs. Kind of like a human gunny sack he's created.
Anyway, after the picking up he has found himself a new perch on the counter.

He mostly just throws things in the sink and snitches whatever I am chopping just to taste it, wrinkle his nose and then hurl it onto the floor but it's still kind of nice to have the company.

My Mr. Fix It

Kells has recently shown interest in mechanics. Well, he tried to help our roommate fix his heater anyway. It was great watching him try his darndest to get in there and act like he knew what the heck he was doing. He would have fooled me. In fact, he acted much more professional than a lot of mechanics I have seen in my lifetime.
Okay, let's take a look here. I think this may be the problem.

No, not like that. Why do I pay you at all Man!!??!

If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.

Hey, I'm all for it. Mechanics make good money and I'll never have to worry about my car breaking down.

Curiosity got the kid all wet

Kells has become fascinated with the bath tub/shower. He tottled into the bathroom the other morning and attempted to climb into the bath tub. It wasn't a successful attempt because our bath tub is a very high tub. He got stuck. I ran into the bathroom to his wails and find him suspended on the tub like an out of practice and no longer limber ballerina trying to do bar activities. He was not as amused as I was.
Two days ago I started the shower to take one and he decided he would like to get in as well. Well, I thought that's what he was saying as he screamed outside the tub and looked at me while holding the curtain open, letting the water flood my bathroom. I stripped him down and brought him in to find that he decided that was worse than standing outside the tub and continued to shriek in my ear. Setting him down was not an option because the water would splash him in the face, causing him to reach yet another octave I was unaware he was capable of. We suffered through the shower. I didn't get my cleaning done however.
This morning he walked into the bathroom when I was already in the shower and threw back the curtain, looked up at me and began screaming. Oh no! I was not falling for that bit again. I let him holler at me while I washed up. He found some amusement in throwing his rubber ducky onto the floor of the bath tub but then was not so amused when he realized he couldn't play with it anymore. As I'm rinsing my shampoo I hear a thud. I get the soap out of my eyes and see my son, fully clothed, standing on his hands with his body leaning out of the tub. He is trying to get his rubber ducky. He's not screaming, yelling, or crying. He's just in that position like he's trying to figure out how to get out of it. It was great. I, of course, helped him get upright and by the time my shower was done he was pretty well soaked but the screaming had stopped.

Around the bend to Grandpa's house

Kells enjoyed the walk to Granpa's. He lives a block away which is handy when we want to go visit both on the same day. Kells had so much fun at his great grandpa's house. He figured out how to play the harmonica after great grandpa gave him a brownie (I'm seeing a pattern in eating behavior at great grandparent's house)

Please don't mind the chocolate goo, saving it for later people!!

Did I mention the peanuts Kells also begged off of great grandpa?

Oh yeah, and more harmonica playing

Great grandpa was so much fun. We played pass the hat
Kells' turn

Now great grandpa's turn

you look good in a hat Grandpa

And then they had a nose stealing war
Gotch yer nose

No I got your nose

Who has who's nose?

I guess they decided it was a draw

And both ended up happy

I'm really happy Kells got to spend this time with my grandpa. Grandpa was diagnosed with CPOD last year so it's only a matter of time before he won't get to have this kind of energy. They thoroughly enjoyed each other and I hope they can do it again soon.

Over the river and through the woods

To Grandmother's house we went. Eating like a horse was Kells way and no sleigh needed because it only rained. Perhaps we could have used water skis. Anywho, Kells had a great time with his Great grandmother and she fed him so much food. I have never seen the kid shovel it in so fast and with such vigor. Can't say I blame him. I do the same thing when at Grandma's. She made my favorite cake which meant of course I had to eat almost the entire thing and then broke out my favorite cookies. How can someone you love so much be so evil? Needless to say, Mommy is on a diet now. This was worse than the holidays.
Kells gorged himself on some wonderful, hmmmm, what was this dish? He liked it whatever it was.

I found he thinks his great grandma is a pretty special lady. Something I've always known of course.

Apparently her lap is a pretty darn good place to be.

It tickled my innards so much to see Kells playing on the organ I use to bang on as a kid. I still remember crawling around the foot keys. That's how he started out his adventure. Then great grandma put him on the bench. He's a regular Mozart.

Dad had fun at Grandma's house too.

It was great getting to spend the time there and it was especially nice for Kells to get to know what a wonderful lady my grandma is.

Demon Child

Refusing to go to sleep demon child o mine!!!

See Mom!!! I'm not tired!!!!! HeeeeHeeeeeHeeeeeeee (as he laughs hysterically because he is so overtired he may as well be hopped up on caffeine)

Favorite Chair

Kells is beginning to bother me. The place he loves best in the house is this uncomfortable green plastic lawn chair. (Yes it's in the house)

He loves climbing on the thing

And he loves to sit here and watch our room mate play vidoe games. This is worrying me some except he just lounges back in the thing and hangs out with the guys, which is pretty cute.

Sometimes he will watch the games though. Thank goodness it's only the racing games so far.

This is like his magical spot. Even when it betrays him. The other night he was standing up on it and the next thing I hear is a muffled Thwump!! I look over and his face is buried in the carpet, the chair toppled over backward. I sit and watch and wait for the wail but surprisingly he turns his head and starts looking about like he is trying to figure out why his chair broke. He gets up. Walks over to me. Looks at his chair and I go and set it upright and up in it again he goes. He loves the chair.

Bedtime??What's bedtime?

Kells has been going through a schedule transformation the last couple days and I don't know that I'm up for it. Isn't it the children that are suppose to need routine and if they don't have it it can seriously mess with them? Well, I'm finding that I am the one needing routine and him changing this on me is becoming difficult. Who said being a parent was easy though, eh?
Kells normal bedtime routine is as follows.
6:45 pm bathtime
7:00 pm pj's and kisses
7:10 pm sippy cup and crib
7:15 pm a little grumbling then out like a light
Like clockwork this works. Until last night. Last night he got his bath and was all smiles while running around in his birthday suit while dad looked for his pjs. All smiles when I gave him a kiss and waved as I said night night. Okay, the wave is a definite I'm going to sleep because no other reason to wave if he's going to see me in a 20 minutes because instead of going to sleep he screams and screams. So I go and get him. Up out of the crib, into my bed with me where we lay down and try to snuggle him to sleep. Nothing doing, he wants to play. All smiles, giggles and once againg the klweuindujoiananding to me. A little mouth instrument. You know the blllleeelelelelell with his mouth where he makes a noise and then brushes his fingers over his mouth? Well, that.
So, he has won his way downstairs with his insistance at not sleeping. He plays with his cars. Plays in my lap. Makes his way over to the computer and tries completely erasing my harddrive with just a few strategically placed mouse clicks. Back into the living room with his toys where we play race cars. Next he's in the other room up on a chair watching Matt, our roommate, playing video games and then all over the dog and then back into the living room where he throws himself on the floor and starts rubbing his eyes. Sure sign he is ready for bed. Up we go to the crib.
And 20 minutes later down we come again. The screaming demon has won. Again!! So we go back and do this all over again. But this time he throws in some extra and pukes on me. Okay, so his tummy hurts but he isn't acting like anything is wrong until I put him in his crib. Before that he is laughing and giggling and glullluelkadanbalaking and just fine. And after that he is as well. I can't figure it out but he cheeks are red and his tummy is hard. Finally, I give him some peppermint tea and he goes to sleep with minimal fussing.
2 hour bedtime routine? Not sure if I'm up for this.

3 am Wake up Call

Who in their right mind wakes up at 3 am to just hang out and buzz around the house? No adult that I know, unless they work the graveyard shift and that is their normal sleep and awake routine. But if that is the case then they wouldn't be actually waking up at 3 am. The reason I ask is because Kells seems to have an internal clock that says he has to wake up around 3 am every morning. Sometimes it's 2:45, sometimes 3:00 or like yesterday morning it was 3:17 by my clock. 3:17 am!!!! That's right folks, the roosters are no where near to crowing and my eyes are no where near ready to open. Let alone my body falling out of bed and lumbering around the house in my nightgown while a child is looking at me and gluabablieksliekneoijklsaing to me. The real problem I have with this whole situation is he is just as chipper as can be while rubbing his eyes and yawning so you KNOW this child of mine doesn't really need to be awake at this hour. I think perhaps he likes seeing this monster of a face of mine at this ungodly hour when only ghouls can possibly be out. Whatever the reason, this lack of sleep is killing me. God I love being a MOM!!!