Cinderella, MJ, and a dragon
Trick or treating with our neighbors
Princess Cinderella off to preschool
Our jack-o-lantern
GUTS!
Getting a kiss from the camel at Pumpkinville
Sadly this was the best picture of all four kids
Kennedy and Kylie on the hayrideAs I was doing Kennedy's hair this morning, she asked me what God looks like. I told her that he made her to look like him, so he kind of looks like her. She got so excited. I love that kids ask such sweet questions.
So, I know you were all wondering what other young families do every evening. This is what we do, lately anyway. The kids get wore out and Ronald and I sit back and laugh at them. We are such loving parents!
He's got skills, right?! Oh, but he CAN'T dance without carrying around that remote control!
Anderson talks constantly. Most of the time it makes no sense, but he definitely can communicate when he needs to. I wanted to make a list of all the words Anderson says, so here goes:
Mommy
Daddy
Nenndy (Kennedy)
puppy
ball
baby
Dora
bubble
boon (balloon)
Bible
drink
more
shoe
pool
all done
sit down
Papa
no
uh oh
hot dog
boo
where go?
Also:
He shakes his head yes.
He signs please, all done, and more.
He knows a cow says moo and according to him, all animals say moo.
He gives high fives and knuckle bumps.
Body parts he can identify:
head
hair
eyes
nose
ears
cheeks
tongue
teeth
belly
hands
fingers toes
his pepee (or junks as Ronald wants him to say)
I'm sure I forgot some things. He doesn't use as many words as Kennedy did, but he is a second child and a boy! It seems like he learns something new everyday. I know he understands WAY more than he speaks or even lets on that he understands. He is a smart boy. He really knows how to work his infectious smile and laugh!
Kennedy is obsessed with tattoos lately. When she came downstairs from her "nap" last week, I was watching LA Ink. She asked a million questions about tattooing and Kat, the lady on the show. Since then she has given Ronald and I several tattoos each and asked us to call her Kat. She uses a mechanical pencil to tattoo us and a tissue to wipe away the blood. Kennedy says she is going to be a tattoo artist when she grows up. What ambition!
On Monday, she asked if she could some temporary tattoos. We compromised at two tattoos. She told me she wanted the tattoo on her back. I said no, that she couldn't even see it on her back and I wasn't putting it there. She started tearing up and said, "I just want the tattoo on my back so I can be like Daddy." I caved.
Matching muscle tattoos. Well, his is a cross and hers is a Handy Manny logo, but you get the idea.When I have heard other moms talk about how their children climbed out of their crib, I sat back and counted my blessings that neither of my children have even attempted such a thing. Besides, even when standing, the railing of the crib comes to Anderson's chest. How could he possibly climb out? Well, today my monkey man figured it out. Honestly, I am surprised it took him so long to try this. We have a video monitor in his room and I have never even seen him attempt it until today. I happened to glance at the monitor and I see him hanging over the side of the crib, head down, holding on with one hand. I took off running, but heard the giant thud when I was half way up the stairs. He is fine, but it sure made my heart skip a beat! Guess who will be lowering the mattress of the crib tonight!?
