He has a certain je ne sais quoi about him. He's 2 1/2 years old. He's crazy wild and rambunctious.
He reminds me of this guy:
|Taz should have been his nickname instead of Kiwi.|
|Do you see the resemblance?|
|How about now?|
He keeps me on my toes more than any of my other children did at the same age. I can't take my eyes off him for too long because when I do, he likes to take full advantage of the freedom which usually results in a mess for me to clean up.
Last night for example, he took his sweet time eating dinner so I left him up at the table while everyone else had already finished eating, cleared their places and I'd already started on dishes.
Here's what I got for letting him sit there alone:
|Mmm, quinoa. I'll just help myself.|
|There's the je ne sais quoi I was telling you about. Do you see it?|
Not 10 minutes later, after I'd cleaned him up and
"MAMA-COME QUICK- AND BRING YOUR CAMERA!"
Apparently Kiwi had snuck into her room which is right off the playroom, and well...
|He had shut himself in the dog crate!|
|He was so proud of his accomplishment.|
How wrong is it that a little light bulb went off in my head at seeing him contained in there? Haha, just kidding...kind of...no really I'm kidding...mostly.