A few times a week I talk to my dad on the phone and say something to the effect of, "I don't know about this kid. He's something." Translation: He will keep us on our toes forevermore.
Kenyon is a fun little two and a half year old. I love the questions he asks, the thoughts he puts together and the way he is starting to develop quite the sense of humor.
His vocabulary is quite extensive (we think) for a kiddo his age. He loves to tackle big words. LOVES. Some of his favorites the regularly come up in conversation include:
- Chicken chimichangas (I make them a few times a month just to hear him say this.)
- Impact wrench
- Delicious
- Disappointed
- Magazine
- Pipette (I know that one's not very long but it still makes me giggle when he says it.)
- Ambulance
- Spaghetti
His Achilles heel? Granola bar. He absolutely cannot say this, no matter how much we practice. One might think it was easier to pronounce granola bar rather than chicken chimichangas, but then you would be sorely mistaken.
He is quite the little man, as one would expect. We don't hang around many other kids - mostly just the neighbors and hired men. It's the same way that Wesley and I were raised and we don't feel like we suffered much because of it. As a result, Kenyon talks about man things: cattle, tractors, dozers, and what's for supper.
He is quite the little man, as one would expect. We don't hang around many other kids - mostly just the neighbors and hired men. It's the same way that Wesley and I were raised and we don't feel like we suffered much because of it. As a result, Kenyon talks about man things: cattle, tractors, dozers, and what's for supper.
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| Kenyon loves to read. If he must be inside, he will probably amuse himself by reading. We realize we are quite fortunate in this regard. I hope it lasts. |
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| Few things in life are better than creeks. And, of course, rocks to throw in the creeks. |
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| Our herd size is depleting rather rapidly. Why? Kenyon stands on the porch at night and 'shoots' the cattle with his stick gun. |
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| This is how he looks when he is in the midst of explaining something to his rather slow mother. He starts these little lectures with, "Uh, Mom...." Translation: Keep up, lady. |
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| Being a 2 1/2 year old is exhausting. The end. |
Even now, in our house granola bars are "Guh-LOW-mah bars." Caedmon starts half his sentences with, "Well, technically..." yet he still can't pronounce "granola" correctly; nor can his older brother.
ReplyDeleteOoooh - I love 'technically'. We'll add this to the vocab list immediately!
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