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Friday, May 11, 2012
Necking
At the Mother's Day Tea at preschool, Katie greeted me with a giant hug, and jumped in my lap. Her first words to me:
I'm glad you brought your neck.
I'm glad you brought your neck.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Sensibilities
While I am frantically searching for my keys and imploring my kids to help:
Katie: Ok. Mom. What do they smell like?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I love my cousin
Pillow talk, apparently thinking about beloved Matt, age 12:
Katie: Where will I be if Matt gets a wife?
Monday, November 28, 2011
Back off bro, I choose the show
To Zach, after a bit of screen time had been granted:
"Little girls who stay in their bed all night long get to pick the tv show."
Huh?
My mom treated Katie and me to an afternoon of "The Nutcracker" at AB High School. At intermission, Katie and I went to the lobby to find a big crowd of ballet-watchers hovering around tables loaded with plates of cookies and coffee urns. Katie looked concerned, grabbed my hand and bolted back toward the auditorium, saying,
"MOM! We gotta get out of here. This is somebody's church!"
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Shopping
...on whether or not to accompany mom to the grocery store.
Well, people might think I'm pretty, and they might want to get close to me. And then they'll get sick, because I'm sick. So, no. But can you get me applesauce? And carrots. And a parrot?
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Hansel and Katie
Katie and Zach were having a snack at Grandpa and Grandma's new house. They've just moved in and the kitchen area isn't set up, so the kids were eating on a small side table. I told them to be very careful with the chocolate ice cream, because we didn't want to get it on the clean rug. Very conscientiously, they nibbled their cookies and ice cream.
Katie: Ummm, Grandma? Is it ok if I got some cookie crumbs on the table?
Grandma: Oh, sure, Katie, that's no problem.
Katie: Ok, because then it will be easier for you to find me...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Mommy, defined (for the rainy day file)
Mommy, you are a real GENUIS. You are a real STAR!
Because you take care of me and Zach.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Eyes Only
Betsy: Do you think you'll ever meet a boy who's as handsome as your daddy?
Katie: I guess so. But I'm not gonna bring him home. I'm just gonna look.
Katie: I guess so. But I'm not gonna bring him home. I'm just gonna look.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Grandpa Claus
Upon seeing her grandfather, Skipper, for the first time in a long time, Katie immediately climbed onto his lap and started playing with his beard.
Katie: Take your glasses off.
Skipper obliges.
Katie: Now say, "Ho Ho Ho!"
Katie: Take your glasses off.
Skipper obliges.
Katie: Now say, "Ho Ho Ho!"
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Bonding with Skipper
While sitting on her grandfather's lap, pulling his beard, and asking to see what his face looks like without glasses....
Katie: Skipper, my Grandma is very old but her doesn't have a beard...
Katie: Skipper, my Grandma is very old but her doesn't have a beard...
Monday, March 21, 2011
Voices carry
I think that Zach has been filling Katie's head with some idle threats. She came in to my room, congested, in the middle of the night. I told her not to be alarmed if the phone rings, because Daddy was going to let me know that he made it safely to his hotel in San Jose.
Katie: He has a hotel?
Betsy: Well, yeah. That's where he sleeps when he's on a business trip.
Katie: And they have a jail there if he sings too loud?
Katie: He has a hotel?
Betsy: Well, yeah. That's where he sleeps when he's on a business trip.
Katie: And they have a jail there if he sings too loud?
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Fair Schmair
Katie: I'm making something, and only girls can touch it.
Betsy: Well, that's not very fair. How would you feel if you were a boy?
Katie: I'm never gonna be a boy. Doesn't matter.
Betsy: Well, that's not very fair. How would you feel if you were a boy?
Katie: I'm never gonna be a boy. Doesn't matter.
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