Super Packer football player

Keenan likes to pick out his own outfits in the morning.  This is what he came downstairs in yesterday morning. He claimed he was a Super Packer football player.  Yes, I let him go to school like that.  He's cute!

Superman goes hiking on Šmarna Gora

Not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to run hills in the morning then go hiking with an extra 26 pounds strapped to my back but that's exactly what I did yesterday.  Thankfully Eric got to pack Van back down the mountain after we had our fill of miska (fried cake donuts).  Keenan wanted to wear his Superman cape, it received a lot of attention from the other hikers.

 Eric found Keenan two hiking sticks to "help" him.  The hike took us about an hour to get to the top with a LOT of encouraging for Keenan.  Thankfully the way down was much easier and he ran a bit.  Of course a few minutes after we left the top which had bathrooms he announced that he needed to go #2.  Great timing Keenan...  So I know there are signs about picking up your dogs poop but what about your kid's?

FINALLY made it to the top.  Keenan ringing the bell.

 View from the top.

 and our reward, miska.  They are very tasty fried cake donuts.

 Keenan looking excited about digging in.  Everytime he wanted to stop walking we reminded him about the donuts waiting for him at the top.  The top of Smarna Gora is a restaurant and a church.

 Dad was there too!

 Superman relaxing.

 Trying to get a picture of all three boys looking.  Eric was trying to give me the bottle tops for them to look at.  This was the only picture of everyone looking.

Keenan was exhausted when we were all done and fell asleep in the car.  Our babysitter then came over so Eric and I could go to a movie.  Yay for babysitters!  Keenan was pretty excited to see Spela as for some reason it has been awhile since we've used her.  I'm thankful that we found yet another good babysitter whom Keenan loves.  Van so far doesn't seem to mind when we leave him.  

ego buster and kid updates

I was feeling pretty good about myself.  I've been running and am back down to my pre-pregnancy weight,  I was even priding myself on my body feeling firmer and more toned than it has in a long time.  Keenan totally busted my ego last night.  I'm going to chalk it up to the way I was holding Van and the way I was standing.  Keenan walked up to me, patted me on my belly and said "Ooooh, I feel the baby in there moving!"  WHAT??  Eric and I asked him why he said that, he just shrugged and said that mommy had another baby Van in her tummy.  Thanks Keenan!  For the record, I'm NOT pregnant!

I posted this next story on facebook a while ago but I don't think I put it here on the blog yet.  A few (well, maybe a week or two) mornings ago Keenan woke up on the wrong side of the bed.  He was a pretty grumpy child.  I told him to go down stairs and ask his dad to get him some juice, the next thing I hear is Keenan asking  demanding in a pissy little voice "Where's my DAMN juice?"  Yeah... Eric and I both burst out laughing, couldn't help it.  My dad suggested that I tell him next time that his DAMN juice is right next to his DAMN spanking.  Can you punish your child if you laughed in his face about something?  Doesn't seem quite right..

For a while Keenan was all about Spiderman but now it seriously all about Superman.  The other morning he put on his Superman shirt and informed me that he was NOT Keenan but that he was Superman.  I could call him Superman or Superman Keenan but NOT just Keenan.  I called him the wrong name several times that day and every time he reminded me who he really was.  As soon as he took off his shirt that night he told me that he was Keenan again.  Unfortunately his alter ego keeps coming back, with or without the shirt he is Superman.  Occasionally I am Superman Mom, Eric is Superman Dad and Van is Superman Van.  He has recently taken to "flying" off the couch as so far has only resulted in one split lip.  Does anybody has a Superman cape for this kid?

One more Keenan story: I was reading the Berenstain B Book to Keenan a few nights ago asked him what B was for.  His reply?  BOOBIES!

Van had his 9 month check-up a few weeks ago.  At 9 months he is 25 pounds, which is off the growth chart, and his height is almost 30 inches which I think is in the 95th percentile for his age.  He has eight teeth and likes to occasionally bite my shoulder just like Keenan did.  He still shows no signs of wanting to crawl, he prefers to scoot around on his butt.  Van LOVES bathtime, he splashes and squeals and laughs at the big mess he is making.  I probably should take the boys to the pool more often but haven't felt brave enough to take them both by myself.