Keith managed to find the banned ottoman. He had fun carrying it around, grunting of course.
You are surely looking at these pictures thinking two things:
1) Why in the world doesn't this child ever wear a complete outfit?
2) Oh! The baby's face! What happened!
First, my clothing-challenged second born son. He always asks to take his shirt off after dinner. And his pants are usually discarded shortly after. I don't know why. Tonight it was chilly so I forced him to put this sweatshirt (Jack hand-me-down) on, much to his protest.
Second, my poor baby's face! A face plant, the first of many I am sure. He fell face first out of the wagon on Wednesday. It seemed more like a little scrape on Wednesday. When he woke up on Thursday it looked like a road rash. It is a bit startling to see in person. From a distance it looks like a bloody nose. His forehead is not as bad, clearly his nose was sacrificed for his head.
He was an only child tonight because Patrick was staying the night with the Kuhtzes. Because of our schedule configuration I don't get to spend a lot of one-on-one time with Keith. We skipped movie-night (he never even asked about it...ha) and had a long bath and snuggle time with his favorite show, The Office (he thinks Michael is hilarious). Other than that, he was interested in playing with my hair, catching my hand and leading me through the house, and being his normal Keith-self. What can I say, I love this kid.
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