Friday, September 28, 2012

Boys

So I've posted about this before, but Kai really is different than the girls. They are both taking tennis lessons and he uses their rackets to, um, hit them in the head. I don't think I've ever been hit in the head by either of the girls. He does it frequently.

Two days ago, he kept hitting Audrey in the head with his hand. I tried to distract him, move him, tell him no. He kept doing it. Finally I put him in the corner for about 3 seconds. When he came out, he walked straight over to Audrey, hit her in the head, then walked himself right back to the corner, turned around and grinned.

He also likes to throw things in the trash can. Yesterday, he brought me one of his shoes. I put it on his foot then started looking for his other shoe. Couldn't find it. Avery and I looked all over and couldn't find it. He had to go barefoot yesterday. This morning, I started thinking, "hmmmmmm, yesterday Kai brought me one of his shoes. That means there's a good chance he was holding the other one. Which means there was a good chance he threw it in the trashcan."  So I started digging. Under fish cartons. Through cantelope slimy seeds. Around broccoli stems. And yep, sure enough, there was his shoe. I was tipped off that it might be in there after I first found one of my own good shirts in the trash. Nice. =)

1 comment:

Kim said...

Too funny! Welcome to the world of Boys! All of these things will come back to you as he gets older - since you grew up with Brantley. Unless, you were hit on the head too many times to have any memory of little boys.... :)