
The other day I was on the phone with my grandma. The kids were off doing their own thing. Half-way through the conversation I noticed that Kellen was being rather quiet. I was grateful for the momentary lack of screaming "gaga" (meaning dog) at the top of his lungs and continued to talk. Should I have checked on him?? YES! After I finished talking with my grandma I went to look for Kellen. I found him next to the pantry with a new jar of peanut butter, that he opened himself, all over the place. He had put his whole fist in the peanut butter jar and proceeded to put it on the refrigerator, his clothes, and then Katie. Ah, good times! I am still trying to figure out when Kellen learned how to get lids off of peanut butter jars. After we took some pictures he went straight into the bath :)