Our time in Richmond is coming to an end - I know Kemper doesn't realize what is going on (although I'm sure he'll know something weird is going on) but even though we've only been here 6 months, I'm sad to be leaving all of the wonderful people we've met and befriended! We have such a great little playgroup and a great weekly routine going for us here. I'm sure once we get settled in Tennessee we'll find plenty to do and even more great friends (yay for Ali & Michael who will be in Tennessee with us!) but for now, just another example of how the military moving you around so often really stinks.
One think Kemper enjoys doing is walking between James and I (well, between any 2 people who will hold his hand) and having us swing him as we walk. For the past week or so, we've been counting to 3 before swinging him and on a whim, I told him he needed to count for us. He mumbled something, we swung him, and we all laughed. Well, today on our way into Target, we said, "Kemper, can you count" and he said "one.....(long pause) two" and we were shocked! We gave him a haircut tonight before his bath, so I pulled out the video camera and tried to capture him counting (and also capture his newfound cooperation while cutting his hair).
Haircut & Counting
For some reason, Blogger won't let me add video but that link will take you directly to the YouTube page where I added the video.
Kemper eating breakfast one morning - successfully feeding himself applesauce with a spoon and no assistance.
Out to dinner - about to demolish the lemon.
Our little Picasso. He loves to color, but sometimes gets excited and colors on walls or other things around the house. Apparently, he has a secret stash of crayons because as soon as I'd take one away and turn my back, he would have another one and color on something else. He decided his phone needed a little color.
Snack break with friends. Kemper, Chloe, Michael, Clayton and TJ