Wow

This week already seems like such a blur...perhaps its the medicine...who knows...Monday night was great. I decided to lighten up somewhat on the "no TV during the week" house rule and let Kellen watch a movie of his choice - surprisingly it wasn't Shrek - while I made dinner before Matt got home from work. Yummy spaghetti! It had actually been a while since we had made a dinner...such a shame that we had gotten out of the habit of that...we were doing so well for about two months there...anyway, I digress. So Kellen is watching his movie and he's so cute...so intent on what's going on...then all the sudden he screams, "Too loud!" rushes to the TV and hurredly turns the volume down....Not quite sure what's going on with this, but he's doing the same thing to and from school with the volume of the radio. And it's not like Mommy's jamming on the way to and from school to the music here...it's just at a regular volume, low even, barely enough to hear the music, but he's starting to get really picky about volumes. Seconds later he yells, "Louder!" and rushes to turn the volume up...way up...I'm not sure if he knows his own mind or what!

He did get in trouble after Daddy got home that night - and Daddy actually did the discipline on this one. Mommy's medicine kicked in at about 8 o'clock and, yes, Kellen was still up...Mommy really is chilling out, huh? and Kellen decided that it would be fun to throw his toys at Mommy while she was lying on the couch...yikes! I got a small broom thing to the face - right above the eye - that could have been pretty bad - this kid has an arm!! Kellen knows that he's only allowed to throw balls (things that are designed to be thrown), not his other toys, and boy did he get it for that! A bustin' and some wall time. Then I overheard Matt from the hallway asking Kellen if he knew why he'd gotten a busting...reminding him that we didn't throw our toys at people because it hurt them and that he'd hurt Mommy and needed to say he was sorry. Surprisingly, Kellen's getting really good at saying he's sorry when he's done something to hurt someone else. He'll give you a kiss first whereever your owie is to make it better along with a hug, then tell you he's sorry. Again, he's showing an amazing amount of compassion for a two-year old, at least from my perspective anyway. Other than this little incident, we all had a pretty good time playing on Monday night before Kellen went to bed. It's nice for us all to have some family time, it seems somewhat rare these days with our crazy schedules.