January 2nd, 2012

Happy New Year! May God bless us all in 2012 and beyond!
Kellan was in his swing when Camden picked up the Lions Mickey Mouse and said "ready?" and threw it up in the air. Kellan thought this was the absolute funniest thing in the history of histories. That's all the encouragement Camden needed. This game went on for a while. I thought I would sit at the dining room table and check some emails while they were occupied. I could hear their every move (who couldn't) so I went to work. Then, of course, Camden thought it would be funny to get a little closer to landing the Mickey on Kellan's head when he threw it. After one particularly close call, I got up and started walking over toward them. Camden came at me and yelled "NO! MOMMA CHAIR SIT NOW!" and proceeded to push me back to the dining room chair. I was so amazed at his ability to put so many words together at once (yes, it's a sentence to me) that I just went and sat back down. Camden and Kellan continued their comedy act, and I lost a little bit of parental credibility...
Over the weekend I had just walked in the door when Nick had to leave. We were tag team parenting. After I set my stuff down, Camden insisted I follow him to his bedroom. As I came around the corner, I realized the bedroom doors were shut. I said, "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." but that didn't stop the determination of this 2 year old. We kept walking and as we got to the bedroom doors Camden grunted for me to open them. I was curious to see where this was going, so I did. After entering the room I realized the closet doors were shut as well. Feeling I could be redundant with Camden instead of mustering up the energy to make a new sentence I once again said "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." And Camden, who felt no need to be creative with me, grunted for me to open these doors as well.
I did and looked at Camden. He took a big step back, smiled and pointed waaaay up high to the top shelf of the closet. Then he looked and me with his smile and said "ball!" I knew that Nick had put the bat and ball up there for a reason. I didn't want to even think about what I knew had happened. Camden was probably hitting his younger/bigger brother with the bat. So I made a feeble attempt to reach the ball and said "I'm sorry, Camden. The ball is too high up. I can't reach it." He looked at me and said "Jump!". I fell over...