This One Goes Up to Eleven
Kenny has one impressive set of vocal chords. He is LOUD. Most of the time, loud is cute, funny, charming and free-spirited. But occasionally, when pregnant Mommy has an epic headache, Daddy is having a day and Dudley never got his walk and is flying from couch to couch, airborne with the sheer desperation of needing exercise, LOUD becomes ear-splitting-nerve-jangling-oh-dear-me-can’t-I-PLEASEhaveaglassofwineorsomethingtonumbmypoordeliriousbrain????
Today Kenny has had two modes: Loud and very happy, and Loud and very unhappy. He is either singing and yelling “Zoomba zoomba!” as he streaks naked from the bathtub in exhilaration, or screeching like a trapped howler monkey and screaming “NOOOOO!!!!!!” as he runs pathetically from the kleenex in my hand, then rubs the snot streaming from his nose all the way across his face and onto his earlobe. He was the picture of joy at church today but the picture of original sin as we tried to get him dressed for church a mere thirty minutes before. He was jubilant as he played his tambourine in the living room before dinner and tragically hysterical when I told him to keep him hiney in the chair and actually eat dinner.
At one point during said dinner, Casey looked at me and said, “This is a circus.” Then quietly, “What are we going to do when we have another one?” At that point, Dudley put his front paws on the back of my chair, and laid his oversized head on my shoulder, as if to say, “My thoughts exactly.” In the space of time I wrote that sentence, I heard Kenny, who is upstairs with Casey getting ready for bed, let out a sorrowful wail, pause a moment, then laugh and yell, “Doomba Doomba!” Now they are having a laughing contest and making burping sounds. Of course, Casey got his glass of wine tonight. So not fair.
Little boys ARE so loud!! I notice Little Bear is especially loud when he has a cold and his ears are clogged. Maybe Kenny’s ears are stuffed up too? Hopefully so because that means he will quiet down a tiny bit when he’s better.
March 16th, 2008 | #
I know it’s not funny, but I had to laugh when you talked about him running away from you when you started to wipe his nose and then smeared it……only because I went thru that very ordeal with Joshua about 3 weeks ago!!! Oh man……… He learned the looks of that little white tissue fast. He’d run, then he’d smear it EVERYWHERE. Boy, did we have a round of it! The good thing about it was that he learned how to blow his nose into a tissue….when I finally got him TO me!:lol:
March 19th, 2008 | #