Everyone always asks me if Keaton ever talks. Yes. Yes, he does. Mostly squeals, but yes, he does talk. He'll repeat himself until you say something, too. That's really fun. He is the calmest of the bunch, though. And he has the cutest smile that will melt my heart when I'm angry, as shown above. Not sure what he's doing with the hand thing. Keaton is the little brother that gets pushed around by Brighton and Waverly both. He likes to wrestle and play cars and dig in the dirt with Brighton, but when Brighton's away, he'll agree to play Barbies or dress-ups with Waverly. Maybe that makes him versatile?
Keaton's favorite movie is Cars.
Favorite tv show: Jake and the Neverland Pirates, and Phineas and Ferb
Favorite color: Blue
Books: 5 Little Monkeys and Thomas the Train
Some favorite things to do: Fold laundry with me, help clean the bathroom, play outside, ride his bike, shovel, play with Brighton and Waverly
Best friend: Waverly and Brighton
Food: Rice, fried rice, scrambled eggs, pizza, cold cereal, and cooked carrots
Favorite thing he owns: His thumb and his blue blanket. It had a tag once, but he used to rub it on the end of his nose while he sucked his thumb, and it came off. Now he bites his blanket, and it has a chunk missing. That poor blanket has been cut in two, sewn back together, taken out and pounded with rocks, and dragged everywhere with him. So far, it's still holding together. We'll both be sad when it eventually disintegrates.
When he grows up, he wants to be whatever Brighton wants to be, so a builder or a fireman.
Keaton will come up and tell me he likes me, several times a day. [See Waverly's post about kissing up to the management]. He loves cars and trucks, and playing in the mud and water. He loves having baths, and shoveling the driveway, and hot chocolate. When you push him in the swings, the higher the better, but don't approach him for a conversation or a hug or to throw him up in the air unless invited because you will see the crusty side of him, which is usually the side he presents to my family. He can be quite sour. He usually scowls and squeals at Savannah, prompting her to say in frustration, "he hates me!" It's become a joke between us that he'll still be doing that at age 82, dropping his dentures in the process. He just squeals louder when we laugh at that.
He can be quite tender-hearted. He adores his baby brother, and always made sure I stayed hydrated while nursing the baby by bringing me my jug of water. We cut his curls off this year, and I miss them greatly! He has grown into such a big boy this past year, going to preschool with Waverly, and hip hop with Brighton. I miss my funny baby, but I'm enjoying seeing the emerging personality of this little boy. Poor Keaton is the runt of the family, but Heavenly Father made up for it by giving him his Daddy's blue-green eyes, which I love! He's the only one in 6 kids that got them, lucky little boy!
He is so independent, and likes to pick out his own clothes, dress himself, and pour his own milk. It generally doesn't matter what we have for breakfast in the morning; he has to have his bowl of cold cereal first, like most Americans insist on their morning cup of coffee.
He may look sweet and innocent, but he can be every bit as naughty as Waverly. Not up to Big Brother Brighton's status of Master Of Naughtiness yet, but he would be a good understudy. He's always game to Waverly's whisperings of "let's go do ____ when Mommy's not looking!". That's how they ended up in the ER twice last year for accidental overdose.
We sure love you, our little Monkey!
