Okay, so it's been forever but now I'm back for a few anyway. Kells is 2 now and full of piss and vinegar, although right now he's full of Robitussin because he has this nasty cough that, it seems from his reaction, is slicing his throat like papercuts. Drool pouring out of him like someone opened up the floodgates. Poor little guy is really not loving this being sick business and trying to help him last night was heartbreaking. Nothing I could do would help so I just kept hugging him and stroking his little blonde head and rocking him whispering, "relax, it's okay."
He had his two year check up and turns out I malnourish and put weights on the kid because he is only 25lbs 7oz (I swear when I was looking at the scale it said 27lbs 7oz) and is 35 inches tall. It equivocates to the 25th percentile and the 60th percentile. Okay, the height isn't bad but boy did the doctor have all sorts of things to say about what and how I feed him. Did you know that I should cut out fruit in the shapes of things like stars or animals to get him to eat them? Okay, if any mom has that much time or energy to do that, well then give them a medal because they are something special. That or very very organized or anal. I think my neighbor might do something like that and therefore the anal theory is exact.
Kells has started having an obsession with hats. And anything will do. He loves the gift bags for hats and I will often find him walking around with one completely over his face. How he has managed to not run into everything is beyond me. Could it be I have superboy on my hands and he has x-ray vision? If it's not bags it's Luke's cowboy or baseball hats. I'm not complaining except for the fact that whenever I actually want him ot wear a hat it goes on for 30 seconds tops and then is off and on the ground and he wants nothing to do with it. Go figure.
I've started painting again and Kells likes to join me. The first attempt he just wanted to drink the paint water. I don't blame him, it was a nice shade of puce green. Yum!! That's the good stuff right there. I know I'm going to have a health nut on my hand. One that drinks those wheat grass smoothies. He'd do it just for the color I'm teling ya. There have been more attempts and he has done just fine. He likes to sit at the table and draw. In fact, I found out he likes to draw so much that while cleaning the kitchen this weekend I discovered his amazing mural on the wall. Good thing it was in pencil.
I was working on this painting and had him put his handprint on it (you can see the little tips of his fingers) and after that he decided it was his painting. I hid it several times and found him scaling the bookshelf trying to get to it. He's one determined little boy. Now it is out of sight, out of mind and he has moved on to other things to worry me about, like climbing onto the counter and trying to play with the stove. He likes helping me cook but doesn't quite understand that he can really hurt himself if he touches a lit burner so we're working on that one.
We have discovered he has a good throwing arm recently. Well, not so much discovered as found out when he threw a flashlight and caught me right under the eye with it. I can't remember the last time I cried like that. It was one of those injuries that didn't even allow for a breath to compose myself. It hit and I bawled. Not just a little tear either but a full on wail. Kells just stared at me. I don't have one of those kids that will cry because they see their mommy crying, I've found. He just looked at me like I had 2 heads. He then of course came over and gave me a big hug when his father explained that it hurt when he threw this hard plastic baton at mommy's face. At least I hope he understood that. He hasn't done it again. Of course, we haven't given him the flashlight back for round 2 either.
And lastly, I just wanted to share this picture of Kells when he was about 7 months old. My how the time has flown. Look, he's wearing a hat and spitting at me. Time has flow but some things never change.