A Catherine Story

Catherine is at one of my very favorite ages right now. It seems like she picks up new words every day!

*she's sort of, kind of, sometimes thinking about potty-training herself. We shall see.

*my mom sent two stuffed cats--one for each kid. But Catherine confiscated both of them and now refuses to go to sleep without her "meow meow"s.  

(note to self--take a picture of Catherine and meow-meows)

*she's only allowed to color with washable dry-erase markers because she colors on EVERYTHING.

Thank heaven for Magic Erasers.

*one day we were in the kitchen and couldn't find Catherine. I looked in the living room and found this:

As soon as I walked in there she looked at me and gave a pathetic, "woof, woof?"

(FYI-this what was was inside my boulder costume, for those who care)

*she LOVES her Daddy. He'll chase her and grab her, saying "I got you!"

Now that's what she says whenever you hug her or pick her up: "I dot doo!"

*If Catherine's awake and it's quiet, you'd better find her immediately. If not, you may get this:

And here I thought she couldn't unscrew my mascara. Foolish mother.

(For the record, she actually did get some on her eyelashes. I was quite impressed).

*she wants to go "ow-side" all the time. Sometimes she'll bring me her shoes as soon as she wakes up in the morning.

*she's quite resourceful and remarkably clever when it comes to getting things she wants. Sometimes I think the only thing saving us from total chaos is her tiny stature. 

*she's very selective in what books she'll let you read. Right now anything with pumpkins, flaps, or singing is a hit. All other books get a "NO!" and a good swat out of my hands.

*she's gotten pretty good at ratting Seth out for picking on her. 

We love you, Princess Boo.