Who to blame? Part 2

All day I've been telling Ked not to touch our little Christmas tree or it's lights. And he's been on multiple time-outs for an infraction of that rule. Later I caught him once again flirting with tree disaster. I reminded him that he would be going on time-out if he touched the tree. He paused, and then took his teddy bear and threw it hard right at the tree. I came towards him and told him he was going on time out. In his defense, he explained, "Spank da teddy-bear."


Here's Tyndale (at 3 1/2 months) in one of the rare moments when he gets to hold his own teddy bear, since Ked has taken it as his own. Everything Ked sees us do with Tyn, Ked does with the teddy bear--feed, burp, change, put him to sleep, hold him when he cries, etc. So cute to see him nurturing his fatherly skills.

Rosy Cheeks and a Dimple

Just two more reasons I adore this boy!
Tyndale, 4 months

Christmas Card Photo

Three smiling. Two looking at the camera. Not bad.

Who to blame?

Today Ked suddenly jumped away from my laptop and ran into his room laughing, presumably putting himself on "time out." Looking at my laptop, I discovered that several of the keyboard letters had been pulled off. I left him in his room as I attempted to fix it. (Still working on the space bar--this is taking me twice as long to type.) Then I went into his room, bent down to his level, and trying to use language he could understand, I told him he had broken the computer.

Holding his teddy bear in his arms, he looked at me very solemnly and replied, "Da te'y-bear bwoke it."

Hmmmm. . .