Blog Archives for category Smart little girl
She was cuddling with daddy when it was time to go to bed. She said “Okay!” then rolled over and did this. Nice try, little one.
Every once in awhile we find a video like this from the camera in Katie’s room. Cracks us up.
Grannie gave Katie one of the books they read while we were there and Grannie had Katie write her name in the front of it.
We were getting the house ready for our Len Christmas in July and got out this ceramic tree. It’s old—my mom made it for my Grandma Katie (Len) in the ’70s and I’ve always loved it. Katie was enthralled with it, too…and one of the first things she said was “There’s no star!” My mom said that Grandma Len had said the very same thing and even attached a fake star to it. I don’t think I ever really noticed that it didn’t have a star—or I did, but didn’t think it was any big deal. Amazing how the original Katie AND her namesake both had the same thought.
I went upstairs to get Katie up from her nap because it was almost time to go get Owen. I asked Tom (who was home early but in the bedroom reading) if he had heard her and he said no. So I went to her room and quietly opened the door and peered into the bed—where there was nothing. SHE WAS GONE. I think my heart momentarily stopped as I thought WHERE THE HELL COULD SHE BE? HAD TOM BEEN FOOLING ME AND HE REALLY HAD GOTTEN HER UP? My eyes quickly scanned the room and I wondered if she wasn’t hiding in the closet…? Then I saw this…
…and then saw this and heard a tiny giggle.
That little shit! She heard me coming and hid under her B. Of course then we had to go run and see daddy, where she proceeded to hop up into bed and be cute.
I was unloading and loading the dishwasher and she opened the under-sink cupboard and pointed to the detergent pods and said “Mama!”
Then, I went into the garage for a minute to get something out of the freezer and when I came back in…she had actually gotten out a detergent pod! Which means she had to lift the lid of the container (which is weighted down with two spray bottles). BUT…she also managed to pull out an automatic soap dispenser AND UNLOCKED IT and had soft soap all over her and the floor.
Then, she was being a poop about other things, so I told her no TV. She asked for the iPad and was playing a game…and after I left the room and came back, she was watching a movie.
And I’m sure it’s only going to get worse.
She saw the iPad and said “Watch Daniel [Tiger] please.” So I handed it to her. She purposefully looked at all the folders then tapped one…then looked purposefully at the app icons and picked PBS Kids without hesitation. I didn’t even know Daniel Tiger was in the PBS kids app, let alone where it was.
So, Katie took it upon herself to get some water…with a toy cup from the animals’ water bowl.
Hoo boy. She’s gonna be a handful.
I had set one out on my knee and she wanted it badly but refused to come back inside the gate.
I wondered what would win: Being captured but having a cheez ball…or being free with no snack.
She stood hovering over the gate threshold for a minute then took off toward the playroom. Aha! Freedom won. Except a minute later she came zooming in to grab the cheez ball and get out quick…but I caught her. So snacks won out over freedom—though she did whine a bit when her plan was foiled!
We were playing in the play room when she disappeared and came back with a bib I had left out for the garage sale pile.
So I put it on her.
Then she went to the open diaper bag and pulled out a squeeze fruit.
So I gave it to her.
Them she went back to the bag and brought yogurt puffs.
So I gave them to her.
Then she disappeared into the kitchen…and came back with gummy fruits and a granola bar. I opened them but she was pretty much done by then.
I mean just LOOK at that face! She knows I caught her doing something she shouldn’t be. And she already knows and understands my counting to 3. Except she doesn’t move at 1 like Owen does. She waits until I count to 3 then stand up…THEN she does it. STINKER I TELL YOU!
She amazes me. Lately she’s been helping Owen pick up toys when I ask him to do it. Or she’ll start picking up the pillows (part of his end-of-night chores) on her own. This is what happened tonight.
When I first ask her to put away toys, I’m guessing she takes the bin and sets it next to Owen because he has toys out and she knows they go in the bin. Then later she sees the brush…and puts it back exactly where I keep it.
Yep, jammies completely off and apparently working on the diaper! Owen never once did this. I have a feeling we may be turning her jammies backwards or putting her in a sleep sack (backwards)…
She grabs tissues all the time. This is exactly what happens.