Alfred likes to say that Jacob inherited his athleticism from me. Translation: Jacob is as clumsy as an ox. When my sister baby-sits for us, she amuses herself by counting how many times Jacob trips and thinks it’s even MORE hilarious when he trips over air. Sometimes I wonder if this is cause for concern. Perhaps it’s an imbalance in his vision or coordination?? People have assured me that their sons were the same way as toddlers but outgrew their clumsiness as they got older. I don’t know. It just seems like he trips an awful lot. It has gotten to the point where his grandparents don’t even raise an eyebrow anymore when he comes over with a new bump on his forehead from one of the myriad times he has fallen or run into a wall. Suffice to say, when we saw him running around yesterday with his drum over his head, Alfred commented, “That’s probably better. At least it will protect him if he falls. Maybe we should just get him a helmet already.”
As Jacob was running back and forth from the kitchen to the family room with the drum on his head, Katelyn was using a pointer to point at objects in the room, hollering at the top of her lungs, “I AM THE TEACHER SO YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!!” We commented on how she was coming off as a mean teacher by yelling at us so loudly and she said, “BUT I’M THE TEACHER SO YOU HAVE TO LISTEN!” She then stands on the arm of the couch, uses the pointer to point at Alfred’s chest and yells “YOU HAVE TO SHAVE YOUR BOOBS!” She looks at the rest of us and says, “YOU TOO, MOMMY, AND ATE DESIREE. BUT NOT ME OR YOU, JACOB. OR YOU KIDS (she says pointing to the dogs).” I have no idea….
Our dogs have learned to tune Katelyn out. Bailey was sound asleep in her kennel and Mika was snuggling with one of Katelyn’s “students”.
It was a strange night last night.
