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Category Archives: Keeghan
Do the hokey pokey
Boy meets duct tape
Crystal Clear
Me: dude. We need to talk about boundaries, because I just told you “no,” and then you did it, and then I told you “no,” and you did it again. You’re a stinker. So, can I have a kiss?
Keeghan: NO.
Candidates
I was joking that Keeghan was running for office today. He had to go up to every baby at the park and talk to them like he was meeting his constituents. Also he shakes hands if an adult introduces themselves while I’m holding him. (yes, it is THAT CUTE.)
Ian seems to have accepted the job of campaign manager. He usually has a list of talking points and introduces Keeghan to the other kids. (“Here he is! That’s him!”) Don’t try to skip the talking points. There’s no escape.
So. Can we count on your vote?
Skill building
While drawing Keeghan’s bath, I realized he was standing around, grinning to beat the band. So, naturally, I followed his gaze to see what was so funny. Which is when I realized he was holding his junk and peeing on the floor.
He spent the rest of bath time reveling in his new accomplishment. His mother is very proud.
My Daddy!
A Boogie Woogie kinda day
The only thing more fun than watching Keeghan stand up and dance at the Groovy Nate show was hearing him shriek, “MY DADDY!” and watching him wave his arms with joy when we got home. We are very blessed.
Don’t blow my cover
Once we realized we were going to have to can all our plans for the day on account of persistent and entirely necessary rain, we decided to go to the soft play room. There was a little girl just a couple months older than Keeghan, whom he dearly wanted to impress. But he’d already been caught walking a couple times today, so he didn’t dare show off for her.
What, oh WHAT is a sly, conniving baby to do? Well, the dimples are a good start. And the “love me” eyes. And if all else fails, hang on to something with one hand while scooting your feet farther and farther away, in hopes you’ll demonstrate your talents while still maintaining your plausible deniability.
That went about as well as you think it did.
Overheard
Keeghan: (opens mouth as though to bite my finger)
Me: no. No bite. Mommy is not a food.
Keeghan: (tries again, with dimples)
Me: no, no. No bite.
Keeghan: (laughs, tries again)
Me: (straight faced, with more emphasis) NO. No bite. Do I look like I am laughing?
Keeghan: Yes.
