Kids are kind of nuts

So there’s no over-arching message or lesson to today’s blog (eh, there often isn’t I suppose) it’s just a chance for me to get this off my chest — my kid is kind of a nutball. I shouldn’t expect anything different, he is my son after all. But seriously, he does some of the goofiest things.

I think my Facebook friends are probably tiring of my recent nearly daily, “You’ll never guess what my kid just did” style posts. But seriously, you’ll never guess what my kid just did!

  • He slept with his Christmas tree. Yes, you read that right, he has gone to bed (and naps) with a two-foot blue tinsel Christmas tree every night since we put it out. And he falls asleep snuggling it. How is that possibly comfortable?

nuts tree

  • He wears swim goggles. A lot. In the winter. Nowhere near a pool. It’s one of his favorite dress up items. And he owns three pairs so we are treated to several different looks.

nuts goggles 3 nuts goggles nuts goggles2

  • We took no less than 20 minutes to get ready to go sledding and all he wanted to do was march around in the snow. One pass down the hill and he was over it, insistent on marching instead.

nuts snow

  • I try to wipe the ever present yellow-green goop from his nose and he indignantly screams, “No! My boogies. Mine!”
  • We read the same three books almost every night. That I think is enough to earn my kid silly town status. But in one of those three books is a character that has a giant red clown nose. Miles is CONVINCED that it is someone with their mouth opened wide so when he sees the clown he can’t help himself but to imitate what he sees and then for several minutes later continues to walk around with his mouth wide open between deep belly chuckles.

nuts mouth

  • Every chance he gets (anytime you leave shoes out) he slips right into them. He is pretty clever knowing which are mine and which are my husband’s declaring, “mommy’s shoes, I wear mommy’s shoes” (or daddy’s, although nine times out of 10 my husband’s been more diligent about putting his shoes away so he’s wearing mine.)

nuts shoes

  • Any and everything becomes a hat and the kid LOVES to try to balance things on his head. His momma is a self-proclaimed champion head-balancer so that may contribute to this odd proclivity. (Note my second sentence of this blog entry!) It isn’t a strange site to see him running around the house with his emptied out blocks bin on his head or precariously balancing a shoe on his head.

nuts hat

  • This kid hates pants. I struggle getting internet-safe pictures of him because he’s often pantsless. And this isn’t a habit he’s picked up from his parents, promise! I fear for unannounced house guests.
Note that he IS wearing underwear here!

Note that he IS wearing underwear here!

  • Everything is a phone. I called my husband just a few minutes ago for his input on our crazy kid’s antics and as we are talking Miles picks up a spoon, yes, a spoon, and says (in what sounds very British), “Hello? Hello?” and then quickly, “Goodbye!” A spoon. I get holding up a play phone or even a car, but a spoon?
  • And a recent new behavior that is both heart-warming and heart-breaking is screaming at my husband or I through a closed door, “Mommy (or daddy), I love you!” This is said with such a tone of desperation. It’s not as if we are abandoning him. Typically the other parent is sitting on the floor playing with him when one of us goes to take a shower or go to the bathroom. He hops up and runs to the door banging and screaming the words of adoration.

IMG_5577

So yes, My kid’s a goofball. What are some of the crazy things yours has done lately?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

* Copy This Password *

* Type Or Paste Password Here *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>