Ooook...

Katie saw a bright star in the sky. "Look, Mommy, a new baby Jesus is being borned!"

WHAT did you say?

The other day, Katie was fiddling with something and it wasn't doing what she wanted. She let loose with the "F" word. It was kinda like that scene in "A Christmas Story" - she said it, everything went to slow-mo, and she looked at me like "ooooo I'm in for it now." I didn't make a big deal of it, just reminded her that we don't use that word in our house, and then we had fun making up words to use instead like "oh pickle pants!" or "oh bouncy boogers".

The next day we were in Target - basically just to get out of the house, and I remembered something I'd forgotten to get in the other section. I said "We need to go back to , dagnabbit!"

Her face was one of horror. "MOMMY. You said a BAD WORD." Now I froze - "what on earth did I say?" She whispered "dagnabbit - it's a bad word mommy". I grinned, "no honey, I think it's ok to say that word. "

She gave me a look and said in a low voice, "only if nobody else is around."

*glares in the general direction of Indianapolis

Ok, so it was funny. But still ;)

Dentist Day!

The girlie did GREAT at the dentist this morning for her checkup. It's so funny to hear her giggle as they "tickle" her teeth. Since she stopped using the pacifier, they said in about 6-12 months her front teeth should come back closer together (re: overbite) and bring back her beautiful smile. They also advised limiting sugary sweets to around mealtimes and then brushing right after to get the "sugar bugs" out.

I love this office, they are SO awesome with kids. She always wants to stay longer and play :)

So yay, Katie, for being such a brave and well-behaved gal!

Hypothesis: There is a timewarp in my bedroom

I was IMing with my pal Bobby (he of New Orleans-Katrina fame) when I got a hankerin' to go to Trader Joe's for chocolate truffles. Mission: Get Katie and I dressed and out the door. After repeated failure to get her upstairs voluntarily, I flung her over one shoulder and carried her up.

Once there she decides to build a Katie. She takes off her ballet outfit and lays it VERY S-L-O-W-L-Y on the hope chest, as if it's her dancing. This takes at least one eon. Now she's buck naked. I step into the bathroom for a minute and hear lots of WHEEEEE! (thud)s. At one point, I hear a WHEEE thud "OW... I need to practice my landings." This gets my attention. I come out, she's got a pillow case around her neck, "soaring" off the bed to the floor.

Now I'm dressed, her turn. Katie, please put on your panties. She picks up a toy rake.
Katie, those aren't panties! Are you SURE???? and she giggles
Katie, don't touch ANYTHING that isn't panties! (she picks up a necklace)
KATIE! PUT ON PANTIES!
I open the drawer, pull out a pair and hand them to her. She puts them on her head. I'm ready!
(imagine very scrawny, buck naked child with pink floral panties on her head. How can you be mad?)
They don't go on your head, silly nugget! She starts running repeatedly into the wall yelling "I can't see! I can't see!"
So she pulls them off to try again. Now she sticks one foot in, and runs around in circles yelling WHEEEEE with her panties hanging off one ankle. KATIE!!
Now she puts in her second foot and hops around with them around her ankles.
*Mom takes a deep breath. "Ok, I admit. You're FUNNY. Now put on your clothes, ya loony!"
Now they're up to her knees and she's doing a little ducky walk.
*sigh*
I'd like to get out of the house TODAY!
Phew. Panties are finally on the body parts for which they were designed.
She does more happy spins around the room.
Finally I wrestle on a purple top and a cute little skirt that flares. She likes skirts that floosh when she spins.
Phew.
We make it back down the stairs and I pick up the laptop - time elapsed since I last talked to Bobby? 15 measly minutes ! It had to be at LEAST 1000 years!
Yet on the main floor of the house, only 15 minutes has passed!
Therefore, there is a timewarp in my bedroom and I don't mean the dance.
Q.E.D.