paris - the novella
The extended (and quite detailed) Parisian adventure recap is coming soon, I promise. I'm still working on getting everything typed up and organized. But in the meantime, may I present a few "normal" updates to satiate your need for Kenny:
Feel the Rush
The other night before bed, Kenny decided to run in circles in his room. And not just once or twice. I think he was on Lap 25 or so when the dizziness really began to sink in and he began to fall over mid-turn, like a college freshman heading home around 2:30am. Overboard finally decided to pull him into her lap to stop him from circling, but when she leaned him forward a touch she paid the price. Yes, to continue his college freshman impersonation, our little boy threw up a tiny bit in her lap (but in the cutest way possible, of course).
Daddy's Shoes
Kenny has a new thing now where he takes my flip-flops (or other shoes, but especially my flip-flops), and instead of putting them on his feet, demands that I put them on mine. "Daddy's shoes!" he announces, and lays the footwear at my feet. When I slip them on he gets very happy, but then wants me to take them off again so we can repeat the process, complete with the pronouncement of, "Daddy's shoes!" (lest I forget).
The Very Picky Reader
In the past, Kenny was quite content each night before bed just to sit in my lap while I pulled out book after book to read. Usually, I would stack up a selection of literature on the nightstand by his rocking chair and just move seamlessly from story to story (even if he turned one away, I had another ready to go). Now, even though I try to do the same pre-reading stacking routine, Kenny generally opts to sit through one story, turn down my attempt to grab another book, slide down off of my lap and sort through the bookshelf himself until he finds something he would like to hear. I don't mind the self-determination, but it just sort of slows the process down a bit. And although Daddy doesn't like to admit it, he's a slave to routine. Oh well. At least it's becoming increasingly clear who's really calling the shots around here (after Overboard of course...she's still at the top of the family food chain).
The Lil' Hurler
Kenny loves to throw things. Balls, Lego blocks, cell phones, dog food, you name it. He does it with a gleam in his eye and a hitch in his wind-up. Although there are often times when this is not preferable, what I'm really having issues with at the moment is when he does this in the basement in close proximity to the nice plasma TV. You can dent Daddy's walls, car or ego, but please, for the love of all that is holy and available on the NHL Network, don't damage the TV! You'd think he could appreciate this, but have you ever truly tried to reason with an almost two year old? Not as easy as you'd think. He doesn't appreciate what a damaged TV could do to George, Tigger or the Little Einsteins, in addition to Mommy and Daddy's habitual post-Kenny-bedtime TV watching. Now, if he can learn to throw a knuckleball left-handed, well, he can smash whatever the hell he wants. But until then, the battle rages on.
Feel the Rush
The other night before bed, Kenny decided to run in circles in his room. And not just once or twice. I think he was on Lap 25 or so when the dizziness really began to sink in and he began to fall over mid-turn, like a college freshman heading home around 2:30am. Overboard finally decided to pull him into her lap to stop him from circling, but when she leaned him forward a touch she paid the price. Yes, to continue his college freshman impersonation, our little boy threw up a tiny bit in her lap (but in the cutest way possible, of course).
Daddy's Shoes
Kenny has a new thing now where he takes my flip-flops (or other shoes, but especially my flip-flops), and instead of putting them on his feet, demands that I put them on mine. "Daddy's shoes!" he announces, and lays the footwear at my feet. When I slip them on he gets very happy, but then wants me to take them off again so we can repeat the process, complete with the pronouncement of, "Daddy's shoes!" (lest I forget).
The Very Picky Reader
In the past, Kenny was quite content each night before bed just to sit in my lap while I pulled out book after book to read. Usually, I would stack up a selection of literature on the nightstand by his rocking chair and just move seamlessly from story to story (even if he turned one away, I had another ready to go). Now, even though I try to do the same pre-reading stacking routine, Kenny generally opts to sit through one story, turn down my attempt to grab another book, slide down off of my lap and sort through the bookshelf himself until he finds something he would like to hear. I don't mind the self-determination, but it just sort of slows the process down a bit. And although Daddy doesn't like to admit it, he's a slave to routine. Oh well. At least it's becoming increasingly clear who's really calling the shots around here (after Overboard of course...she's still at the top of the family food chain).
The Lil' Hurler
Kenny loves to throw things. Balls, Lego blocks, cell phones, dog food, you name it. He does it with a gleam in his eye and a hitch in his wind-up. Although there are often times when this is not preferable, what I'm really having issues with at the moment is when he does this in the basement in close proximity to the nice plasma TV. You can dent Daddy's walls, car or ego, but please, for the love of all that is holy and available on the NHL Network, don't damage the TV! You'd think he could appreciate this, but have you ever truly tried to reason with an almost two year old? Not as easy as you'd think. He doesn't appreciate what a damaged TV could do to George, Tigger or the Little Einsteins, in addition to Mommy and Daddy's habitual post-Kenny-bedtime TV watching. Now, if he can learn to throw a knuckleball left-handed, well, he can smash whatever the hell he wants. But until then, the battle rages on.
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