Kyler’s craftiness

So the hardest part of Caleb’s injury? Time spent helping him, rewrapping the foot, icing it, getting it set on a pillow (all of which I am happy to do)….but that means time for Kyler.

Time for Kyler to measure teaspoons of cod liver oil all over the kitchen floor then try to wipe it himself and smear oil all over the floor making it slippery and ripe for me to slide across it.

Time for Kyler to ‘paint’ rubber cement glue across the dog kennel and Maggie’s nose.

Time for him to find a steak knife and try to open a bag of chips.

The boy needs a beeper so I know where he is constantly. He can open kid-proof doors. He can move heavy chairs silently so as to reach things much, much higher than his mere 37″ frame. Really, I am never napping, never sitting down, never talking on my phone more than a very brief minute or two, never locked in the bathroom-the door is always open, never not on the watch. Just so I could sit and write this post real quick, he is confined to a kitchen chair with bunnie crackers. Food is the way to that kids heart. It really is.

Shaking my head. How will he make it to adulthood? And what in the world will he be when he grows up? And how in the world can I not squelch all that is innate in him and affirm the way he was divinely created as he seems to have a penchant for destruction curiosity?

The Boardwalk Revisited

Call me a glutton for punishment or just stubborn, but I decided this morning to head out to the wetlands for another go at the boardwalk with the boys.  Alright, that is not quite the truth…what really happened was that the boys were going ballistic after being cooped up insdide for so many days with Audrey so Karissa looks at me and tells me to take the boys outside to the park.  So off I went, fully aware of what happened the last time the boys went to the boardwalk.  If you did not yet read about this adventure, you can read about what happened here.  So Caleb, Kyler, Maggie and I decided to tackle the boardwalk again.  This time  was not as adventurous and the only one to get wet was Maggie.  We even managed to grab a few pictures.


Diggin' in the wetlands
The boys and Maggie
A self portrait attempt