Sunday, August 17, 2008

My Lil' Frat Guy

My boy's going to make a great frat brother, no question. I don't think we've ever had a member of the Greek society in our family midst, but with this acute ability to burp on command, not to mention after every sip, I think it's inevitable. "How do you do that?" is the constant refrain from his annoyed, but jealous brother.

He's been practicing tormenting his brother practically from birth, what with the punching, the grunting, the underwear tossing. I'd say we're at about a 3 - 2 - 1 laugh/whine/cry ratio right about now.

If the kicking was not enough...

The constant sticking out of the tongue...

Today, he threw a (full, yes, gross) pull-up and it hit his brother right in the mouth. "Blech, ugh, gross, eww, that is NOT FUNNY! You better not be laughing." Those were the words coming out of Keegan's mouth as he doused it with water. "I cannot get the taste out of my mouth." Donovan was suppressing some giggles, and pulling his angry "I am not in trouble" grunt, and, okay, it was little funny. I sent Keegan down for some root beer I'd stolen somehow ended up with after a company party. This guy's no slouch, though, in is frat potential.

We do have some blackmail material, which we'll freely share with his brother if he's still tormenting the guy as a teenager. Please, please, please ignore the messy house. (Yes, they are wearing the same pjs).


  1. Ah, blackmail. The power we have when they hit their teens!

  2. He is adorable! He's gonna woo the ladies....