How KDiggy Rolls: Slowly but surely...

Brotherly love is slowly, but surely becoming a regular occurrence in our house. Mom has inexplicably been stressing over this issue, so here I am trying to throw her a bone by showing a little love to Sully.

Yep... just holding Sully and being sweet like all good brothers do.

And here we are being big stuff together (read, I declared that I no longer wanted to hold him and that he could and would sit like a big kid).

And here I am squeezing the daylights out of him. Can one love one's brother too much? I think not. (Mom and Dad keep saying that I am Lenny from "Of Mice and Men" but this reference goes right over my head. Whatevs.)

Oh - and get this. Somewhat shockingly, Sully has a social life and other babies appear to want to be friends with him! Here he is hanging with his buddy Charli.

And speaking of Charli... She is pretty remarkable... When this picture was taken, she had had brain surgery less than a week before because she had a brain tumor. Please pray for her as she is beginning chemotherapy this week. We love her.

Here is Sully showing his support.

Sully has also started eating cereal. This STRESSES me out. Everytime Mom says "Hey Sully! Want some cereal?!" I come barrelling in to wherever she is and demand that she not give him my square cereal (frosted mini-wheats) because that is my cereal. Sharing is coming, but I"ll admit... I'm not there yet.

Now that he is getting a little bigger, we have been taking baths together. This is great fun.

Note his pursed lips. One cup into the mouth and he learned his lesson. I keep reassuring Dad that I am helping wash him, not drown him...

See!? He is no worse for the wear!

In other news, we recently had "What I want to be day" at school. One guess what I was.

Yep - I was an "urrrrman." (airman) Specifically, I was an urrrman that flies planes, drops bombs and generally obliterates bad guys. Puppies was and is always my copilot.

And when I am not busy saving the free world, I have taken up a new sport - soccer!

Say wha-!? That's right... there is an organized team of 3-year-olds that play together. Our team name is the "Anklebiters" and Dad is doing an awesome job coaching us. Mom keeps likening our team to taking a can of marbles and dumping them out onto a tile floor and watching them scatter. I think there is an insult in there somewhere, but I can't find it...

At home, things have just been kind of status quo...

Here is a typical morning of my buddy and I tearing apart the playroom in order to find that one treasured, yet elusive toy. This confounds and makes Mom a little crazy. Her response when she finds me digging away is always "PLEASE KNOX. Just ASK me where it is and I will HELP you find it! This is completely unnecessary."

Noted, Mom. Noted.