Katie knows the difference between right and left. When did this happen? I tested her a few times yesterday, because I just didn't believe it. She got it right every time.
It is my job to know where ALL toys are at ALL times. If a favorite toy cannot be found, it is Mommy's job to find it. It doesn't matter if that favorite toy has not been played with for 24 hours or even a week. I must know where it is. So far, I'm at 100%. The ole brain is still kickin'.
Katie has no interest in the potty. She will not be potty trained any time soon.
Our Christmas tree is sitting outside next to our house waiting to be recycled. I tried to cut it in half and alas, failed. I must begin to pester Huzbend. If that doesn't work I will just have to wait for a beaver with wanderlust to pass our way. The beaver thing might take a while, but will probably happen sooner than Huzbend acquiescing to my will.
Katie likes to pick her own clothes out. So, we let her. The end result is usually pretty comical and ultra-cute. Hey, the best part about it is NO temper tantrums.
And now, my fine feathered friends, some photos with Katie captions.
"I'm clomping around in Mommy's shoes!"
"BLOCK HANDS!!!!!"
"Time to use my 'noculars."
"Mommy, can you come look at what I made?"