Just the kiddo

He's so active and has such a great imagination. If he wears a hat, boots or overalls he's automatically a farmer. The other night he was SuperKells farmer boy. Running all over the house with his "cape" (a pillow case) and his hat. He loves to "fight" and wrestle around. In fact, he will walk up to just about anyone, his size or not, and ask very politely with his fists up "Wanna fight with me?" It's too darn cute.
He's almost three. I just can't quite believe that. Where has the time gone. We're still working on potty training. He knows where he is suppose to go but just doesn't do it all the time. Last night he walked up to me and promptly told me "There's poop in my butt." He hadn't gone in his diaper. He hadn't gone at all. He was just informing me. Well, at least he knows where it comes from.
So, without further ado, no more blathering. On with the pictures.

He got bucked off his horse (pillow)

Something made him happy

Chillin with Ricki at the Coney Island place

See the damage that can happen when he's fighting. Poor dad.