tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85563693208411314472024-03-14T03:27:42.885-07:00Life TogetherKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-3002655843111674942012-01-31T19:13:00.001-08:002012-01-31T19:16:30.040-08:00Dinnertime PrayersNathan (singing):<br />"Oh the Lord's been good to me,<br />And so I thank the Lord,<br />For giving me the things I need,<br />For Baby Drake and the food we eat<br />The Lord's been good to me.<br />Amen. Amen. Amen-amen-amen. Amen!<br /><br />Bea:<br />Thank you for Baby Drake that he was born and he's staying alive and<br />for Daddy bringing baby bottles and the pumper and<br />sloppy joes and my favorite soup and<br />Mommy and Daddy's rings and<br />their wedding!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-58942977798726256842011-12-17T19:54:00.000-08:002011-12-17T19:55:52.063-08:00A Problem Solver...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOGb8Hm1Hdl8Ftutj-v0RG-VWappdtqkt9oQVCWemw4QLoPyaJGiOvqRCpA9y3MmKI3_oU_q3JxLOFvJ5ulo3XRH6SY9wur8tPsmObCihzYz2Q9V9hcvEvW8NF4rYqeSsGFhZnAaem-Y/s1600/IMG_1781.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOGb8Hm1Hdl8Ftutj-v0RG-VWappdtqkt9oQVCWemw4QLoPyaJGiOvqRCpA9y3MmKI3_oU_q3JxLOFvJ5ulo3XRH6SY9wur8tPsmObCihzYz2Q9V9hcvEvW8NF4rYqeSsGFhZnAaem-Y/s320/IMG_1781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687311916656747522" border="0" /></a>After having trouble staying in bed the night before... Bea created this to keep herself in bed. (its masking tape)Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-50178719796951461382011-12-11T19:52:00.000-08:002011-12-17T19:54:01.317-08:00Children's Choir<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-XTVcaEjNxJkQvL-s5TUd8jsd-_1VwqNfjkA0e3sEMx59BCUw7fGkfaZ6EZXzO79cBLho9vW_lbjVIbgPOTuteOwyv4bBeZjVj4OOrPA10Z2FF4cUk6KSbKokTcnTvBUd8l-Pkt9mOA/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-XTVcaEjNxJkQvL-s5TUd8jsd-_1VwqNfjkA0e3sEMx59BCUw7fGkfaZ6EZXzO79cBLho9vW_lbjVIbgPOTuteOwyv4bBeZjVj4OOrPA10Z2FF4cUk6KSbKokTcnTvBUd8l-Pkt9mOA/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687311578795459730" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-72224892208754032442011-12-10T19:51:00.000-08:002011-12-17T19:52:27.978-08:00Ballerina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMLtGk8abBxY2HkxhxwOZxX7u5u4OXeAQDpd4gkMUc_spwAHmuGKaUE702jvNVj0P_ENy6ZxedTfz_vcPj6BgnrTFoMjQjFJmaIvsxLGUz_smSbO_PRmxhm7XkjeGJqojOMDB3Bw5hsU/s1600/IMG_1763.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMLtGk8abBxY2HkxhxwOZxX7u5u4OXeAQDpd4gkMUc_spwAHmuGKaUE702jvNVj0P_ENy6ZxedTfz_vcPj6BgnrTFoMjQjFJmaIvsxLGUz_smSbO_PRmxhm7XkjeGJqojOMDB3Bw5hsU/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687311206552528114" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-2202380178512550492011-11-27T18:47:00.000-08:002011-11-27T18:50:32.581-08:00Bea's Tea Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMn8_kFUJTWnz3bKk5G_HjGSwWha1mqbb20W1oC8_gXIv4YyT1cBHhuYQvNIuRCawywmqk2BapR3_b_mT0ZH81EcBU8pWt97a1Z5cnDIZ-Qs1GsRt-PnppN8H_NiyAUPyc20XZJHMMW7k/s1600/IMG_1652.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMn8_kFUJTWnz3bKk5G_HjGSwWha1mqbb20W1oC8_gXIv4YyT1cBHhuYQvNIuRCawywmqk2BapR3_b_mT0ZH81EcBU8pWt97a1Z5cnDIZ-Qs1GsRt-PnppN8H_NiyAUPyc20XZJHMMW7k/s320/IMG_1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679873433630356498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQn4j3oEnGzCIGGrpMoljcImurWxMTi1RlkA6wnXXjma8JD5GpjA2lauslI3BacpVWGg6JqhzKX_vEw9PXYfG3uUw-467IirAdwwlHTFr6QtR9SHHBNIak4Nr8q-hUEyfZbQyHiaXrL4/s1600/IMG_1647.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQn4j3oEnGzCIGGrpMoljcImurWxMTi1RlkA6wnXXjma8JD5GpjA2lauslI3BacpVWGg6JqhzKX_vEw9PXYfG3uUw-467IirAdwwlHTFr6QtR9SHHBNIak4Nr8q-hUEyfZbQyHiaXrL4/s320/IMG_1647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679873440121186482" border="0" /></a>Bea had a tea party for her fourth birthday. Very sweet. Nathan helped out as a server.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-32645371811198349802011-11-27T18:46:00.000-08:002011-11-27T18:47:03.700-08:00Snatch a ColdNathan: Bea snatched my germs.<br />Bea: Yeah, I snatched them!<br />Nathan: But not all of them because I was still sick.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-941984744814711372011-11-24T19:47:00.000-08:002011-12-17T19:51:19.356-08:00Happy 4th Birthday Beatrice!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSqmfIPbSYKOC-RtAnGYKRPH0Qt1tS-mJjDfFaDzDWSoiir1qkTZDa3yCko6u-8eNY6bAdT3E79pqYD6hqtpUZIOPiMMEEL70Ek1QjCI0X799fKio_fzUFGz_hpx58c7MNyUMtxqJWaw/s1600/IMG_1718.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSqmfIPbSYKOC-RtAnGYKRPH0Qt1tS-mJjDfFaDzDWSoiir1qkTZDa3yCko6u-8eNY6bAdT3E79pqYD6hqtpUZIOPiMMEEL70Ek1QjCI0X799fKio_fzUFGz_hpx58c7MNyUMtxqJWaw/s320/IMG_1718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687310762835176626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUDqz_NEYFkMlqNRGRmX0WOvbPTDuGBTUgTUArni9dQAxIj5tEiAIOBDIIZL1YnTU9uX5hsSsu59bdS4uXUMx430h9AYGTkvuxQUu9zYUnh4J2GHPKhK-1tzUCNnbJVaJ3dd5zJ0V5e4/s1600/IMG_1704.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUDqz_NEYFkMlqNRGRmX0WOvbPTDuGBTUgTUArni9dQAxIj5tEiAIOBDIIZL1YnTU9uX5hsSsu59bdS4uXUMx430h9AYGTkvuxQUu9zYUnh4J2GHPKhK-1tzUCNnbJVaJ3dd5zJ0V5e4/s320/IMG_1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687310767992711042" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-48892988111600517162011-11-04T18:54:00.000-07:002011-11-27T18:57:25.597-08:00Hats from Texas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffl_46fCRCYRcVGuw-xQA69OwldcBu5HodvzZopqCmYfxWUqs69zhRht51pcvgg67JI_lb1MHrrkDPtgBRoGMS9hz9wvnGJ8HeiRjAg2txki9e9bkZ8RFO1ICTf926ReJaxGKgK-2a9M/s1600/IMG_1583.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffl_46fCRCYRcVGuw-xQA69OwldcBu5HodvzZopqCmYfxWUqs69zhRht51pcvgg67JI_lb1MHrrkDPtgBRoGMS9hz9wvnGJ8HeiRjAg2txki9e9bkZ8RFO1ICTf926ReJaxGKgK-2a9M/s320/IMG_1583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679875261043656898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGhlqUqSBfYL4FdE6Ll6c3dtZI3GKQ4l2GuNDO3aX2ZxU1PGDNACkKUPYFvaSqb_nepAaYizGEmjIaKgyqcEpuYgaRnVCq90dsaawoTEfE7uJOhyphenhyphen1XhXyYuwj87hgRP12BBsp_ELgqi4/s1600/IMG_1584.jpg"><br /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-64409869817255457052011-10-31T18:57:00.000-07:002011-11-27T18:59:28.091-08:00Happy Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWO-2ufQTf1ni8BKuoBYVqcQaMd_cLWfBc404m2wwPhBoDGo8Ze2ElHfEoHFd6VZ1E87aRr3ukYPL_zi0IgkblUGHbw8pTvfF6WeKieGoe59hwFD3nwXiOprbt4tzo4KrIqUEkSwjY-E4/s1600/IMG_1556.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWO-2ufQTf1ni8BKuoBYVqcQaMd_cLWfBc404m2wwPhBoDGo8Ze2ElHfEoHFd6VZ1E87aRr3ukYPL_zi0IgkblUGHbw8pTvfF6WeKieGoe59hwFD3nwXiOprbt4tzo4KrIqUEkSwjY-E4/s320/IMG_1556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679875842630191170" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-67242473268209207622011-10-22T06:21:00.000-07:002011-10-22T06:39:24.856-07:00SoundbitesB: Me and mom and Nathan don't have fur like Daddy.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">While Bea is whining and fussing that mom is leaving the house:</span><br />N: Bea just wants mom to come back so she can trick her.<br /><br />B: Swing me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mom gives a big push.</span><br />B: Not up to God!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nathan, thinking about age:</span><br />N: Daddy is the furthest, then me, then Bea.<br /><br />B: There's a spider over there. He's just starin' at me 'cause he doesn't know my name.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Looking at a mosquito swarm:</span><br />N: There's a whole bug palace.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">After spending the morning with his Sunday School class that is all African-American:</span><br />N: In our family we're all twins.<br />M: Why?<br />N: Because we're all light-skinned.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-30158911134434587072011-10-22T06:06:00.000-07:002011-10-22T06:11:54.058-07:00PlungeNathan has been taking swimming lessons for over a year now. He is an excellent swimmer but has refused to put his head under the water. He's mastered techniques of jumping in, swimming across the pool and even a kind of dive without letting his head go under. <br /><br />Tonight in the bathtub he finally decided to try going under with his goggles on. Not surprisingly, he loved it. He instantly started playing multiple underwater games. He was guessing how many fingers were held underwater, saying his name underwater, making a fountain, meeting his sister underwater... I think he had watched his friends play these games for quite a while.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-92186317908350655322011-10-18T06:11:00.000-07:002011-10-22T06:21:27.862-07:00ReadingNathan sounded out the word bug today! He was reading his Reading A-Z level B book from school with his dad and I was pretending not to notice nearby. It's been really fun to watch him put the pieces together, checking the pictures, looking at the letters, checking the sounds, matching words on the page to words he says.<br /><br />As someone who teaches this to children for my work, I am very aware that I don't want to push my child too fast just because I know what step they'll probably take next in his reading development. My professional self says, "Great! He's right on track. He's using concepts of print, self-monitoring for meaning, using his phonemic awareness and phonics knowledge." But my mother self says, "He is the smartest 5 year old ever! What an amazing one-of-a-kind kid!"Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-63963802564796621972011-10-08T18:50:00.000-07:002011-11-27T18:54:49.550-08:00Outing to the Art Museum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IT4-wnG2sKI24sUEvkyWQa4lfHVgNvi5Ay46rt6S7c3HGyuqrHi-Fwp1ywTvjRo9aOZcrt3iCgZNhrsER_uP3yJsAUZAj3MfXn5UpNO2T2jBheANLyNHW6OjITpjeQnBUz7isbUe7F4/s1600/IMG_1484.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IT4-wnG2sKI24sUEvkyWQa4lfHVgNvi5Ay46rt6S7c3HGyuqrHi-Fwp1ywTvjRo9aOZcrt3iCgZNhrsER_uP3yJsAUZAj3MfXn5UpNO2T2jBheANLyNHW6OjITpjeQnBUz7isbUe7F4/s320/IMG_1484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679874191963531506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8FdfPazk-Wn1ahBTqOeHpHvqpuXWvIYAUo5qeUcxtsPiAPIlGUidDbWINobTp_JgnA0GdPT-_MfZ8ajaaGYRoKJcCVilQxjI5tvUP3zwCKl7h6UQDdK-dHDP5kW2mi7MEhsThfM4zdo/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8FdfPazk-Wn1ahBTqOeHpHvqpuXWvIYAUo5qeUcxtsPiAPIlGUidDbWINobTp_JgnA0GdPT-_MfZ8ajaaGYRoKJcCVilQxjI5tvUP3zwCKl7h6UQDdK-dHDP5kW2mi7MEhsThfM4zdo/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679874197272938610" border="0" /></a>We had a fun adventure to the art museum. The L ride there was probably the most fun. Nate and Bea were real troopers.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-47217101549254612922011-09-05T20:47:00.000-07:002011-09-05T20:56:13.620-07:00Soundbites<span style="font-style: italic;">Bea just got 2 new sets of jammies- one is a purple cheetah design, one is a gumball design. </span><br />M: Which jammies are you going to wear tonight?<br />B: Well, if I wear the cheetahs I will be wild. If I wear the gumballs I will be settled.<br />M: Oh, which one will it be tonight?<br />B: Gumballs.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bea came into storytime in her Cheetahs and true enough, she was right about the wild thing. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bea bumped her head on the car door.</span><br />M: Oooo, are you okay.<br />B: Yeah, it was just a crump.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-12163643938421478082011-03-12T20:57:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:08:09.962-08:00DancingNate and Bea have really enjoyed dancing lately. Bea likes to wear her ballerina costume and dance to ballerina music with leaps and twirls. She also likes our family dance nights and has a few moves that are her own. She shakes her hands in front of her and wiggles her hips. She also does a version of the twist. These are her moves and we are told we cannot do them. Nathan's dancing involves a lot of jumping and sliding these days. His favorite song is Monster Mash, but he also really likes Dynamite. He sings along and dances crazy when this song comes on.<br /><br />Last night we noticed Bea hit a milestone in her dancing. She started following along with whatever dance move Nils or I did. She was watching and mirroring it back. Once I noticed this I tried to see how much she could do and it was amazing. She got weight changes, arm movements, hip movements, Nils' fancy footwork, tempo. I was quite impressed.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-18152042086450310622011-03-12T20:35:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:57:00.070-08:00Soundbites"Thanks for making this great food, honey!" Bea at the dinner table... showing some good habits she learned from her dad.<br /><br />When Bea was asked what flavor her lollipop was: "It tastes like chocolate Parmesan cheese!"<br /><br />Nathan: "You never know when you might change into a grown up. 'Cause maybe when your 5 you'll be sleepin' and then you'll change into a grown up."<br /><br />Bea: "What does the tooth fairy leave under your pillow?"<br />Nathan: "A tooth."<br />Bea: "I thought you left..."<br />Nathan: "No. Toothfairies... First... It doesn't really happen."<br /><br />While a yogurt snack is being served...<br />Bea: "Don't eat it because its goo!"<br />Mom: "Do you like goo?"<br />Bea: "Yes, because I'm a goo monster and I eat all the goo in the world."<br /><br />Mom: "Its four days until my birthday!"<br />Bea: "Wow! How old are you gonna be?"<br />Mom: "34"<br />Bea: "We have to make you a BIG cake, work hard on it and get our energy out!"<br /><br /><br />And now some soundbites heard afterschool. Now that they're both in pre-school full-time, Nathan and Bea have been processing school rules and classroom culture among 3yr olds or 5 yr olds.<br /><br />Bea: "I was good all day long. No hitting, biting, kicking, or grabbing!"<br />(then she promptly hit and kicked her brother 2 minutes later)<br /><br />Nathan: "No kissin' at school because you might get spit all over the floor! If you kiss it's automatic red. (referring to the traffic light behavior system in his classroom). You can hug a friend not no kissin'!<br /><br />Bea: "Don't tickle eyes. No. You will run away. You can tickle like this (touches the corner of her eye) but not like this (pushes on the middle of her eyes) No."Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-80539824804189740202011-02-14T20:20:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:35:19.485-08:00Valentine ShoesBea has started to express her interest in more "girly clothes." I usually dress her in pants, sneakers, soft materials for comfort and mobility, but I see that she is ready to expand another part of her wardrobe. <br />Yesterday as she was getting dressed she asked me, "Where are my skirts?" She asked this as if I had been keeping them in a different drawer that she hadn't come across yet. <br />Today as she got dressed she asked, "Where are my party shoes?" Once again, she did not ask me for new shoes but inquired in a tone that could be used when looking for her favorite shoes she wore every day.<br />After school today she asked, "Where are my Valentine shoes?" This time I had to clarify and without hesitation she described, "They are red, sparkly and have bows on them." <br />Okay.... I think I see a pattern- more twirly, sparkly kind of clothes. I can do that.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-13343089527034687222011-02-06T13:37:00.000-08:002011-02-06T14:06:56.771-08:00Angry Birds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-_TsJIi6uBm96I261EhDq_J3q5qVsYRN-9CoYXy6NqTBz3fZcDJgaR7ak7l4y2QeL5rLQjLFRJIiQYa06sj3mRf1ZDXYD8nfTxA5LEPQFOUjpnJCDuLReVtOB5ZVjwQ-g_nLD_dJsnw/s1600/IMG_4386.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-_TsJIi6uBm96I261EhDq_J3q5qVsYRN-9CoYXy6NqTBz3fZcDJgaR7ak7l4y2QeL5rLQjLFRJIiQYa06sj3mRf1ZDXYD8nfTxA5LEPQFOUjpnJCDuLReVtOB5ZVjwQ-g_nLD_dJsnw/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570701105563175922" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-81307300455765132552011-02-06T13:24:00.000-08:002011-02-06T13:31:47.391-08:00Big Snow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vU3ZRMS4BnCEPAvOdwr-E885LfP8tgkjJbe_8NLv8X8kGVs7kjRqWErc2Zb_u0WXQ6C2TQXcgZ79tD8nd1IWKcFxe9gNfdQbSCvMo2xUBQjmQgmwTnCLyrWWPdN-dI8mojpezI8a8bU/s1600/IMG_0217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vU3ZRMS4BnCEPAvOdwr-E885LfP8tgkjJbe_8NLv8X8kGVs7kjRqWErc2Zb_u0WXQ6C2TQXcgZ79tD8nd1IWKcFxe9gNfdQbSCvMo2xUBQjmQgmwTnCLyrWWPdN-dI8mojpezI8a8bU/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570692293053518050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapslHbNMejnlUwe_DiEaRjP23KLHXiXNEh-wI1hjx7AgbAYXLzIVyXNw8MbP9lYCH1oSE_d3MOij0KP4tRwALxkjCIZUqtfKPWv7k960SVCRefIwr09zPc1ZxHJnXRsBiu9hyphenhyphengQLl-yY/s1600/IMG_0229.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapslHbNMejnlUwe_DiEaRjP23KLHXiXNEh-wI1hjx7AgbAYXLzIVyXNw8MbP9lYCH1oSE_d3MOij0KP4tRwALxkjCIZUqtfKPWv7k960SVCRefIwr09zPc1ZxHJnXRsBiu9hyphenhyphengQLl-yY/s320/IMG_0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570691974547259522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPZ1Y-KYDiDjFiFDUE6AC2V5P6qBxzFbBgFg_dSLMY87sV7ASKZyjdZdeE8El8L60odqMakg5ZS3z6qumietz5WambYUNHVmT0Mi3ZKv9NP62JJeZQ5oJiwEewnHx_aAVxBaEGr8IyPg/s1600/IMG_0228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaPZ1Y-KYDiDjFiFDUE6AC2V5P6qBxzFbBgFg_dSLMY87sV7ASKZyjdZdeE8El8L60odqMakg5ZS3z6qumietz5WambYUNHVmT0Mi3ZKv9NP62JJeZQ5oJiwEewnHx_aAVxBaEGr8IyPg/s320/IMG_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570691824912105378" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-77732418381325370562011-01-03T21:08:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:16:02.009-08:00DirectorBea has taken the lead in directing plays. Our standards are The Three Billy Goats Gruff, Little Red Ridding Hood, The Three Little Pigs and Jack and the Beanstalk. This weekend we were at Mimi and Papa's house with her Great Aunt Cindy and Great Grandma Lucille and Bea assigned parts to everyone. She had Lucille tasting porridge, Cindy saying Fe Fi Fo Fum and Nils pretending to be a wolf. The wolf part actually did scare her a bit. No matter how much it still looks like dad sitting in mimi's chair... it makes a kid look a little closer and walk a little slower when that creapy voice says "All the better to see you with, my darling!" Bea jumped and ran before that wolf could finish saying "eat you up!"Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-84734095516503110362010-12-26T13:32:00.000-08:002011-02-06T13:36:54.840-08:00Cousin Playtime<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREf4gs95VNFl46k01GK_5Oy2XPsQ5bHaIgUWbRnljhALu8jPBG3wZUqYjZk5_Sv4OAZ9on0_qWxUcrOiog1lXm1FehoYXl5jd2rtYTMbB0A8f0l35M8aott4Kj9hbt-geL_ly7518LSo/s1600/IMG_0179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREf4gs95VNFl46k01GK_5Oy2XPsQ5bHaIgUWbRnljhALu8jPBG3wZUqYjZk5_Sv4OAZ9on0_qWxUcrOiog1lXm1FehoYXl5jd2rtYTMbB0A8f0l35M8aott4Kj9hbt-geL_ly7518LSo/s320/IMG_0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570693489193446818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuCmghDtbBwzcFrhgJrT1Xb9nPB0cnH_GUCzov81LNh_WFo8a2SiddAeg9dZxZ3sQ_ScPF9i63ueEVqgwMRyZGudo5LO_w3D5sBb8xi2rtAuKFEjktoc-STv5MDGHW7gzRepHodzd4R8/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuCmghDtbBwzcFrhgJrT1Xb9nPB0cnH_GUCzov81LNh_WFo8a2SiddAeg9dZxZ3sQ_ScPF9i63ueEVqgwMRyZGudo5LO_w3D5sBb8xi2rtAuKFEjktoc-STv5MDGHW7gzRepHodzd4R8/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570693484958973266" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-65736399773164603042010-11-28T14:06:00.000-08:002010-11-28T14:44:20.153-08:00Happy Birthday Bea!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Skmca32P_787l_cFC7n9zG1HoniH-sZti2cvpZ5Fk6PSS5UoQTYy9hTYb9VJQc4ZxHHQa6jNRAYgOGkpYDvaOyLFbWO3qXsp7G1FOYsgX2swDCkQ8_80b7sFbSXZmoCKXbcdmh69Y4U/s1600/IMG_4262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Skmca32P_787l_cFC7n9zG1HoniH-sZti2cvpZ5Fk6PSS5UoQTYy9hTYb9VJQc4ZxHHQa6jNRAYgOGkpYDvaOyLFbWO3qXsp7G1FOYsgX2swDCkQ8_80b7sFbSXZmoCKXbcdmh69Y4U/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544727213905853362" border="0" /></a>Bea wanted a snake cake for her 3rd birthday... and Mimi delivered!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-67841734331862491152010-11-28T13:09:00.000-08:002010-11-28T13:30:00.291-08:00SoundbitesBea: You comb the back. You make it flat. If you comb it like that, you don't look like a mom. <br />Mom: How?<br />Bea: <span style="font-style: italic;">combs mom's hair over face</span><br />Mom: What do I look like?<br />Bea: A monster.<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">wearing the tiger ears he went to sleep with</span> I was a tiger all night.<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">perhaps contemplating war, tragedy and life choices</span> What if a man who didn't have a son and didn't marry someone was a star war and someone tried to kill him and his leg got broken off. THen he wouldn't go back, he would just go find a house to live in and someone to marry... or just live in a house by himself.<br /><br /><br />Bea: I love roasted seeds! I love roasted goo! <br />Mom: You do?<br />Bea: Ye-ah! You put celery and pepper and all the things and its so good. You never had that?<br />Mom: No.<br />Bea: Nana had that at her house. <br />Mom: Roasted goo?<br />Bea: Yeah.<br /><br /><br />Nathan: What if this whole place stayed dark and all the gloomin' eyes were on this place?<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">looking at a Christmas wreath</span> Look a coral reef!<br /><br /><br />Bea: Do you know string cheese or pombees?<br />Mom: I know string cheese but not pombees.<br />Bea: Oh. You take celery. You put it in water, soak it, put it in the cups. There!<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">while discussing gifts</span> I know since Papa Mike loves airplanes we could give him airplanes. We could give him a whole bunch of paper to make airplanes. Its like how we made slime (<span style="font-style: italic;">jello</span>) from our box. We could give him the ones not already made.<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">while Grammie, Papa and Mom are cleaning up dinner and Nathan and dad are "working" on putting together a new toy crane</span> Why are you all in the kitchen when dad and I are in the living room WORKING!?<br /><br /><br />Nathan: <span style="font-style: italic;">scattered throughout the day, Nathan often tells everyone what his sister loves </span> Bea loves purple. Bea loves toys. Bea loves dolls. Bea loves cranes. Bea loves orange because I loved orange and then she loved orange. Bea loves puppies. Bea loves cake.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-24297291797491892692010-11-15T15:08:00.000-08:002010-11-28T15:09:59.767-08:00Rainy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9P3iyCjev23Zvcw-pYnMnn4fVsZhZt4f7SqjSe7RZXxUjIVSZnWpVcW4yt7Jk-I1LBuEWdpmB92hr9GLgrxHvhgBQZohRO_ParS17BkcEpcgQJjbsPYFN4Dmuz8Lq7dFnSdYVOU6CL0Q/s1600/IMG_0093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9P3iyCjev23Zvcw-pYnMnn4fVsZhZt4f7SqjSe7RZXxUjIVSZnWpVcW4yt7Jk-I1LBuEWdpmB92hr9GLgrxHvhgBQZohRO_ParS17BkcEpcgQJjbsPYFN4Dmuz8Lq7dFnSdYVOU6CL0Q/s320/IMG_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544741664618279618" border="0" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556369320841131447.post-84210534066021287062010-11-01T13:31:00.000-07:002010-11-28T13:37:13.031-08:00Writing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOTd3veXWwagyyOf0n-KaOYaDHLE2dO6U6ArDk9024ONeno7VAri-I85nntPuVvuqY_m8-EauN8Gv1Fg9jXDKRxmLSTC94AbnjPlFoQPvsh-hAc0awOlv6DU4vYPiimxwAfrB9dpTBZg/s1600/IMG_4210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOTd3veXWwagyyOf0n-KaOYaDHLE2dO6U6ArDk9024ONeno7VAri-I85nntPuVvuqY_m8-EauN8Gv1Fg9jXDKRxmLSTC94AbnjPlFoQPvsh-hAc0awOlv6DU4vYPiimxwAfrB9dpTBZg/s320/IMG_4210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544716917741381522" border="0" /></a>Nathan has seemed to know some letters before but wasn't very interested in writing. I thought he probably knew how to write an N, but not any others. Then one night, he suddenly wanted to write his name, mom, dad, mimi and Katherine. It was amazing to see him know all these letters!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03096242108038856039noreply@blogger.com0