Okay, just so you know, I've been struggling with the awesomeness of 1st trimester baby incubating symptoms. I think they are magnified by the simple fact that I have three other little beings that need me. So, for now I'm feeling a little better and have decided to post. Yay! A post!!
If you are in my world, you know that my Little Hoot is just that, a hoot, a riot, unpredictable, his own man...The list goes on and on. Let's take a look at his craziness. I happened to look out from the patio doors and noticed a scantily clad, rocket pack wearing little boy just traveling from here to there and back again. I could faintly hear the sound of a jet pack. After picking up my camera, I followed him on a bit of his journey. He seemed mostly undaunted by my presence.
Now for the last tale. Yesterday, the Kelly family watched our boys while we went to our midwife appointment. When we picked up the boys, you could just tell that Papa Kelly was about to spill something about the events that transpired while they were there. I was bracing myself. Think one of two things...Hoot and who knows what...or Professor X and a meltdown.
Papa Kelly said goodbye to Mama Kelly because she had an appointment. The kids had been sipping on Capri Suns when the goodbye transpired. Even Little Hoot was there. And when Papa Kelly turned around, Little Hoot was not there...
Brett and I just lost it to laughter.
Papa Kelly let us know that he scooped him up and washed his feet. I think Papa Kelly thought we would be slightly upset...But no, we're not....Because that's what you get when you have a Hoot as a child.