And Then He Was Six

When Kainoa was born I didn’t realize I’d spend the next five years chasing after him.

Much like Dave’s call for Alvin of Alvin and the Chipmunks you can expect to hear nearly the exact same yell in our home daily. Hourly? Yes hourly.

“KAI NOOOO UHHH!!”

Followed by:

I said no. Stop bothering the dog. Calm down. Go to your room. The answer is no. Be nice. That’s not nice. Get down. Keep your hands to yourself. We don’t call people names. You’re hurting her! Knock it off. Do you need to go to your room again? KAI NOOOO UHHH STOP!

What was once a wriggling baby turned into a walking 10 month old and every year after that has brought with it handfuls of new…accomplishments.

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At two he was running down the length of the kitchen counter.

At three he was sneaking out of the house and under our garage door to follow our cat across the street.

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At four he was pulling pet mice from cages and letting them run free through the house while he was supposed to be napping.

At five he was chasing our cat down the street with a leash.

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But you know what? This kid makes me laugh. It’s my consistency with him I fail at most because one second I chide him for saying “naughty words” and the next moment I’m giggling when he announces to the family that his  “mouth just farted!”. I send him to his room for name calling, but then giggle to his Dad about how today I’m a “Cry Diaper” or a “Little Fip”.

And he knows exactly how to wrap me back around his finger because after a full day of dog tail chasing and counter surfing he’ll look at me with his big doe eyes and say, “Can I have your phone for five more minutes?” but it’s when he follows that up with “I just love you soooooo much!! You can’t ever leave to go to your friends house again okay?” that really gets me.

“Okay,” I say…”but only if you let me tickle you one last time…” To which he says no way. To which I do anyway.

When Kainoa was born I didn’t realize I’d spend the next five years chasing after him.

And then he was six.

I’m hot on his trail.

Happy Birthday little man!

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You turned one.
You turned two.
You turned three.
You turned four.
You turned five.

Comments

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      Thanks! Hopefully he doesn’t grow up to hate me for highlighting all the crap he’s put me through. ;)

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