Keithos The Great
Since yesterday was all about Faye, to be fair today should be all about Keith.
He has been making me laugh a lot lately.
The other day I was straightening up the house when Keith ran up to me, kicked me, and ran away.
I chased after him, caught him, and demanded to know why I had been victim of a kick and run.
"I got confused!" He exclaimed.
I had to leave the room to laugh, so I quickly put him in time out after explaining kicking is never acceptable. I left and nearly collapsed with gut wrenching mirth. What a funny boy!
Lately his favorite thing to do is play Sacrament Meeting. We all sit quietly, he says a prayer, and then pretends to pass out the sacrament. I figure it is a good teaching opportunity to help him understand what the bread and water symbolize. It makes my heart proud to know he is actually paying attention. Also, his favorite song right now is Follow The Prophet, specifically the verse about Jonah.
Thursday, while shopping with Faye for shoes I left Jeffrey home with Keith. When I returned, Keith was very excited, talking about the picture he painted. I didn't really pay attention (bad mom moment) and went about doing something. I don't even remember what. When I headed into the kitchen, I saw blue finger paint all over. The floor, the table cloth, the faucet, the fridge. He was so proud of himself. When I asked Jeffrey why he made such a mess, Jeffrey had no idea what I was talking about. Keith is a very self reliant boy.
I especially love how he thinks about and takes care of his little sister. Every morning, he wakes up, sneaks out of his room, gets some bread and fruit, goes back into his room, climbs into Faye's crib, and they feast. I rarely have to give them breakfast anymore because he is so quiet about it, we don't wake up! It is awfully nice, but I feel terribly guilty about it at the same time. I never have to get him a drink anymore because he helps himself.
He has lately taken to asking "Am I cool, Mom?" I tell him a thousand times yes. And then he asks me to tell him how smart or how handsome he is. I am guessing he is very self aware. What a responsible and sweet boy he is.
However, he is the drama queen of the family. I am not sure if it is the age or the temperament, but Faye is a chill as can be, whereas Keith dramatizes everything. The funniest part is, when Faye was crying a few days ago, he patted her on the back, said "Faye, don't cry. Crying doesn't get you anything." Evidently one of Jeffrey's talks worked! Now when he cries we ask him why he is crying and he will say "Because I am." And when we ask him what crying gets him, with big fat tears streaming down his face, his nose scrunched up and his mouth twisted into a ginormous frown he will saw "n-n-n-nothing." Drama drama drama!