Treasure, Treasure, Find the Treasure!

So, K-man's favorite thing right now is pirates. Lots and lots of pirates and anything related to pirates! (Thank you very much, Walt Disney and Peter Pan.)
Last night, digging in his sand table, Kiefer decided to "bury treasure" as all of his pirates were hanging out in the sand with him. He sang most of the time, which was quite enjoyable!

"Mama! LOOK at this tweasure!"
"Cool, buddy - what is in there?!?!"
"Ummmm... some necklaces and rubber duckies. Hey! Let's bury this tweasure so no one else dinds it!"
"Good idea, so what else is in there...."
"Well... there is some deweal (cereal), some pancakes, some BE-UT-DE-TUL toys, and shoes. Oh! And kni-fes (a two-syllable word) and dinodaurs..."
"Wow! That's a lot of stuff! What's your favorite thing in there?"
"I really like the rubber ducky, Mom."

So just as I'm in half panic that my 3 year old is learning words like "knife" and "sword" - not to mention the pirate skeleton that "got dead" (GREAT) - I also realize that he is a little person growing up in a world of beauty, wonder and blessings that overshadow the knives and swords if you let them pour in. Stepping back, I realize that my almost-panic is unwarranted... he's a little boy, which means mean distructive dinosuars and fighting pirates are cool. I love that the favorite thing Kiefer "found" in his treasure chest was an imaginary rubber duck. And the toys were BEAUTIFUL. He lets the light pour in and I love that.

In our world, darkness is all around us. Just a fact. So, what's in your treasure chest?

Treasure, Treasure, Find the Treasure! Happy hunting.

When I Grow Up

Driving home the other night, Kiefer said, "Mama, ask me what am I gonna be when I grow up."
"Ok. Kiefer, what are you going to be when you grow up?"
"I don't know, you tell me Mama..."
"Let's see. Are you going to be a doctor?"
"Noooooo"
"Are you going to be a firefighter?"
"Noooooo"
"A teacher?"
"No"
"An architect?"
"Noooo"
"A scientist?"
"Nooo, silly!"
"Well, what are you going to be?"
"I'm gonna be a daddy, Mom."
"Oh, really?!? So, how many kids are you going to have?"
"Three. Or maybe 65. And I'm gonna live by you. Nooo, I'm gonna live next to Grandma Theresa!"
"What?! You aren't going to live by me?"
"Noooo (big grin)...(turned serious voice) hey, Mama... How I going to find they Mommy?"

Luckily we have a looooong time before we have to worry about that!

Better late than never...here goes!

Ok. It's about time I started jotting down a few fun snippets from the life and times of little man Kiefer. Living with a three year old who has been talking - well I can't even remember when he didn't - so let's say for "years" (heehee) provides countless stories to pass along to family and friends. Thinking I'll remember any of these moments three hours after I've giggled about them or crossed my hands over my heart in an "awww" breathtaking moment is just downright silly. I can't remember anything. I'm a busy mom with a few things going on... When my mom asked me, "are you writing this down?" for the 4,863rd time the other night, I decided it was high time to get busy writing.

Not only am I intrigued by Kiefer's sometimes adorable adaptation of the English language, I am constantly mesmerized by his vision of the world, his curiosity, his memory, his attention to details and his imagination. "Mom, do you think God painted the clouds with a paint brush?" ... "Mom, that looks like a hoctopoctor!" (helicopter) ...whether it makes you think outside the lines for a moment or just smile, I hope you enjoy!