So we were tucking the boys in and I asked K if he needed to go potty one more time before bed. He informed me he had taken care of that "already". But then Z decided to go....so then K needed to too. REALLY BAD! So they're in there pushing each other out of the way. So father dear goes in and settles the matter. In a tiny little bit K comes strutting back in with his shorts hitched up to his belly button and all cocky and his chest puffed out....and he says in perfect sincerity, " I goed". Totally thrilled. He won the battle over who was first and he got himself all put together and he was good to go! He's finding less and less pairs with "holes in dem". So glad.
Keagan turned three while we were in Idaho. So we made a cake and celebrated with the Skrivseth cousins this year. He was enthralled watching me make the cake. Had to have his little hand on that hat! gazing in adoration at it. Just about ready to blow those candles. He kept telling me that we couldn't sing Happy Birthday though. He's easily embarrassed! Silly guy! I rather like my little three year.
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