The Stickman

Date of occurrence:
February 15, 2009.
Kc is 2 years and one week old.

As I mentioned before, lil' Kc loves to roam around in the yard. He is constantly looking around for findings, yeah, just like his Oma. I am not sure, how much influence I have already had on him, it seems like quite a bit.

He picks flowers, digs up shells that are half sticking out the ground, grabs branches and examines them. He likes to pick up leaves, but most of all, he loves fallen branches and sticks.

Once he has a stick, everything else is forgotten. He likes to drag it through the grass, hit higher branches with it which he can not reach by himself, and enjoys swaying it from one side to the other.

That last, he did the other day and missed his brother by a hair, on several occasions. We thought it best, to take it away from him, to avoid accidents. Oh my!!! The air was filled with protest and it took some persuasion to get him to let go of the stick. Reluctantly, He finally did.

Oma will find him another one, when the coast is clear. :-)