Happy Halloween! Love, the Keels :)

What kind of underwear does a mummy wear?

Fruit of the Tomb!

Baby William is Here!

Baby William was born 5 weeks ago and is doing great!  

He seems to have a pretty sweet disposition and hardly ever cries.

Charlie had a birthday the week after William was born.  He's now 3 and I swear

he turned into a big boy overnight.  Thinking he might now be interested in potty

training, I told him he couldn't go to Miss Kristi's (preschool) until he could use a potty.

He thought for a good long minute and then said, "I'll just bring a diaper in my backpack".

 

Josh has been a fantastic big brother this summer.  He plays so nice with Charlie

and now he's super protective of baby William.  He chases around all our visitors

with hand sanitizer (which makes me happy) and loves to kiss his head.  Now 

that he's started kindergarten, we'll all miss him around in the morning.

 

Josh and Dad performing emergency surgery.  Super funny.

Just a Random Spattering

So I understand that it's bad form to include more than one topic in a blog entry, but you guys are just happy when I post something right? Right. Okay then, just understand this is a hodgepodge of silly pictures and not my best creative work.

This is what our last Saturday night looked like. Rockin' it out!

This is Charlie's latest silly face. He is a total goofball.

Just him lookin' dang cute.

Charlie is sooooo attached to these creatures - Bear and Doggie. He has to have them when he sleeps and as soon as he wakes up he gathers them up in the crooks of his arms before he does anything else. Does Bear look familiar? He was also Joshy's bear. Speaking of attached, I thought I had lost it one day at a bowling alley. When I went back to see if he was still there, I started crying. The 15 year old employee probably thought I was crazy - and I probably am.

His shirt says "I do all my own stunts" and he's not kidding. Charlie will climb anything, jump off of anything, and pretty much do anything that his big brother will. He's insane; by far the toughest 20 monther in the neighborhood.

Charlie loves to sit by Josh and work. He knows a couple letters and has mastered drawing the "O" and "I". Josh loves to work on projects all day too. He makes valentines, collages and pictures of superheroes. He sounds out words and writes them all by himself. Like just the other day he wrote "BAD GI" and "SUPRMAN".

Fake smiles. Hee hee.

Playing Play-doh together. These moments make me melt every time. I love their stinkin' guts.

Ha ha. I tricked you into looking at my tulips.

Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh ... BATMAN!

So, my little Josh-bean is four. He said he wanted a batman party, so I did my best. Every kid that came got an official batman cape and tool belt. We decorated bat planes and had a bat plane throwing contest. We also bowled for bad guys (pictures of villains taped to 20 oz. soda bottles).

I was hoping that cupcakes would kill some time, but four-year-olds can down a cupcake in about 30 seconds it turns out. Note to self for the next birthday party.

Joshy got to open a few small gifts.

Then they flew out the door for a bat hunt. This was my favorite part, because they were running around so fast, their capes were billowing. They seemed to think it was fun as well.

Jake helped me create this tunnel into our "bat cave" out of butcher paper and our kitchen table. Upon entering the party, each kid had to become batman before crawling through our secret entrance. It seemed like a good idea at the time and Josh loved it, but I swear every kid bumped his head on the table going through and entered the party crying. Another note to self.

I'm not a master cake baker like some of you (Hill/Jolynn), but I hope to acquire the talent someday. In fact, this was my first round birthday cake ever. I had to go buy new round cake pans. And I thought I was pretty cool for free handing the batman symbol with a frosting tip. All in all I would consider the party a success. Josh was sooo happy and that made me really happy. However, I can't believe he's four ... that makes me just a little bit sad.

A Day in the Life

Hi everybody! It's Liz. I know, don't freak out. Have you seen this painting by Norman Rockwell before? I love it. If I were rich, I'd buy it for the boys' room. I just thought I'd borrow the idea and give you a glimpse into my boys' world rather than a REALLY long catch-up post. Here goes.......


A day in the life of Josh:

Wake up and head outside. Help Dad shovel the driveway and sidewalk if there's been snow. Lately, it's been dumping.

All work and no play makes Josh a dull boy.

Head to preschool at Miss Kristi's and make some ridiculously cute craft that you'll demand to keep in your room for the requisite 3 months before finally forgetting you have it and not noticing that your Mom snuck it to the garbage. What?




Eat nothing off your lunch plate and make yourself a cozy bed somewhere in the house (under the crib, in a beanbag, on two kitchen chairs pushed together) just in time to fall asleep.

Wake up and play with friends - usually best friend Jonah. This box is a transformer. When asked what it transforms into, you reply "a box". duh.




Eat dinner. Your favorite being anything with sticky rice. Seriously, did it have to be sticky rice?

Have a bath. Make something to show Daddy. This is an x-ray. Run laps with Charlie around the house for about 20 minutes and then...





Fall fast asleep surrounded by your "creatures".

A day in the life of Charlie:

Wake up happy and eat twice the breakfast that your big brother eats.



Where does all that food go? Your hair?




Head outside to play with your brother. There's a rule in my house; nobody gets real snow clothes until they're at least 2 feet tall.




Play in Joshy's room and read books while he's in preschool. Yes...that is a jet pack 3000.




Play everywhere else and make big messes until Daddy gets home.

Eat dinner with the family (and again eat twice what Josh does) being very careful to use your best table manners.



No it doesn't matter how many times you ask. I'm not going to tell you what's on that finger.



Have a bath. Have a story. Run laps with Josh until you collapse in exhaustion at the very late hour of 7:00.

So there you go. I hope your homes are as dirty and happy as mine. Now I'm going to go collapse in my own bed.