Jackie Blair | The blog

So you know how in the movies, when there is a cute scene of kids jumping on their parents in the morning? And every one is super-fun-happy? I don’t know about you, but a 35 pound kid breaking my back in the morning doesn’t get me up on the right side of the bed. Honestly, a cute, random, “You’re my best friend Mommy” or…a sing-songy “Its time to wake uuuuup” would do the trick. Just sayin.

I’m going to share some  recent Keeger tidbits along with new & old photos I have lying around my computer.

Keegan is obsessed with eating butter. Many a days I have found him with the squish-it in his room, with it sprayed on the wall. Let me explain, “squish-it” is the spray butter that literally has ” 0 grams” written next to every content listing…I have no idea what it is made of, I just know that I have to keep it REALLY high in the fridge these days. He always asks for butter on his food, and he will take huge bites of the stick of butter (I really think its probably margerine, but whatever) …or lick it, or grab a huge finger swipe out of it, if it is out for cooking. Yeah,…gross.

He also seems to have jars of peanut butter with spoons sticking out of it, hidden into his room. I have caught him sneaking it in there QUITE a few times. Thats not quite as gross but still messy.

STORY. Ok, so he is also obsessed with the…get this…fuzzy belt that is on my fuzzy white robe. You know those white robes we all got at the Love Affair Workshop? Well, he steals the belt, and plays with it as much as he can. As a matter of fact, he BROKE the HOOK OFF the WALL yesterday in order to get it down. And what does he do with this fuzzy belt?

1. He pretends like he is fishing with it, off the top of my high bed
2. He calls it his snake
3. He pretends it is a glamour scarf
4. He plays tug of war with me…(he doesn’t know I’m just trying to PUT IT AWAY)
5. and he freaks out if I try to put it away

Ok, but really, the first time I saw him use it to go fishing, I cracked up.

Its also really funny when he tries to say something mean. He just ends up talking jibberish, and pointing at me. But he likes to sing along to the music I listen to, and if he doesn’t know the words, he will lipsinc to words that don’t exists, so he looks like he is talking chinese but…nothing is coming out.

RECENTLY he has been running around the house talking crazy pretend,..something about wonder pets?! I’m sure this is some animal TV show that Gram lets him watch. The pretend play is hilarious to watch and listen to. He talks in different voices and chases imaginary animals and ALLIGATORS around the house.

BUT NOW, since I let him watch the Charlie Brown dvds that I have….he is reciting Charlie Brown Christmas randomly as he plays. “Listen up script girl!” “You’ve got to have respect for your director!” its too funny.

Keegan tends to tell people stories when is  talking to them on the phone, or if he is talking to a person we meet…like..”I did this today and I saw a policeman and a firefighter engine and it went woooowoooo and then we got coffee. And I went on a trip with Jacob.” He will say they happened TODAY when they have either happened weeks ago, or have yet to happen…but he still gets an “aww you are so cute” from the nice ladies at the bank.

Guess who finally knows their colors. He was so off on these for awhile, and he could say them, but not match them…even though he knew all of his letters by the time he was probably 18 months, he JUST got his colors down- for example he knew he wanted to ride the green dragon at the Carnival this weekend:

I guess I’m not one of those smothering Moms. I try to let Keegan do as much as he can, on his own. I challenge him to do things he doesn’t think he can do,..and then he is so proud of himself when he can. I guess thats what happens when you have a child before you’re really truely ready (who is anyway, really!)- you let them take care of themselves as much as you can.

I no longer have to weasel this kid into his carseat. One day, I said, buckle yourself. And he did. Freedom, I tell you, FREEDOM!! Just like the one day I told him to dress himself. He might accidently wear pajamas half the time but I’m all about our individual independence. Both of us. =)

Oh, and on a grosser note: We have made touchdown people! This child is using potties big and small by himself. Only slight regressions once in a while….but I’m golden! Hooray! It only took….9 months.

AND MY KID IS PERFECT BECAUSE: he will randomly say, “I just love you” or “You’re my best friend” or “I love my mommy”…WITHOUT PROMPTING. Sometimes when he is fully asleep and I have just moved him to a favored bed. (which sometimes is the floor of my office….curled up with my shootsac!).