Really? The ornaments?

So I come downstairs and Katie says “Mom! Guess what I’m doing? Playing with ornaments!” And yep, she has taken all “her” ornaments off the tree (Olaf, Elsa, Anna, Sparty, Doc McStuffins, Sofia).

I know in the grand scheme of things it’s not a big deal but seriously?! She has a thousand toys plus all the stuff she just got for Christmas and she HAS TO TAKE ORNAMENTS OFF THE TREE TO PLAY WITH?!

Kids. 😣

Makeup Galore

I had some old eyeshadows I was going to toss but decided to let Katie have them instead. And boy did she have fun. Owen even got into the game…

As you can see there is no such thing as moderation. Six layers later: “Mom, I’m part Anna and part cat!”

And then Sophia came down and got involved.

And daddy even for roped in.


Kidisms 43

Katie was telling me about her day:
My friend Cameron brought food jello to school. Not hair jello, food jello.

I asked Katie to bring a book down to read before bed:
That sounds be a waste of my time because I’m playing.

Katie: EWWW. It stinks in here. Like fartness.
Owen: That was me.

Owen was standing in the middle of the living room pounding him stomach/chest rhythmically.
Me: Owen what are you doing?
Owen, instantly: BOY STUFF.

Katie: Do you want to draw?
Owen: I don’t have any paper.
Katie: I have two writing books!

The kids picked “mystery flavor” Dum Dums. We asked Katie what flavor hers was:
Hard decision.

Leave it to a kid to make me laugh.

So Caitlin had taken the kids for the afternoon so they would be out of our hair and able to play with their friends. After the truck left she dropped them off and we said our goodbyes and we were hugging and crying. After she left Owen asked why I was crying and I said it was sad to have to leave friends. And Katie pipes right up “Like Miss Julie who she drinks with all the time.” 😂 Leave it to a kid to make me laugh.

Kidisms 40

At baseball, Katie cane over to me with a sad face.
Me: What happened, bug?
Katie: Someone dropped a wood on my head.

After a baseball game:
Me: Owen doesn’t it feel good to shower and get clean after being hot and sweaty?
Owen: Yes! It feels like I just was born. But big.

Katie: Look at me walking on the fluff ground.
Tom: Fluff ground?
Katie [pointing to the carpet]: This!

Katie was playing hide and seek with her friends:
I’ll count all the hide and seeks and you do the hides.

Katie was telling us about how Charlie smacked Maggie this morning: I told Charlie No, ma’am but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about my no ma’am. 

Owen and Gramma Jean were playing a game and Gramma called Owen out on something he did.
Owen: It wasn’t what you said it was. You must have not seen it clearly.

Kidisms 39

Katie was trying something new for dinner. We always ask for a thumbs up, thumbs sideways, or thumbs down.
Katie: I wish I had three thumbs so I could put three thumbs up.

One of Katie’s chores is to feed the cats. I noticed this morning that their bowl was empty.
Me: Katie, the kitties need food.
Katie: Aww, I’m sorry little one.

Owen was telling us about the fun run [the boys were the spectators while the girls ran, and vice versa].
Katie: All the ladies had to get claps from the boys.

I told Katie she may have to take a nap to catch up on some of her sleep.
Katie: So I have to put ketchup on my eyes?

I asked Katie to fill the pets water bowl. She was excited.
Katie: Owen! Look what I get to do for the first time. Omigosh. I get to put in kitty cat water.

Homeschooling would kill us both.

Every once in awhile I try to teach Katie some basic language stuff like letter sounds or how to spell basic words. Today I was trying AT (since we just did it the other day at a friend’s house) so AT. BAT. CAT. She did AT but cannot (or most likely just won’t because she’s being stubborn) manage any other AT combinations. I quickly lose patience because she just squawks that she can’t do it but I know she can because she’s smart.

Me: At. A-T. Bat. B-A-T. Cat. C-A-T. Mat. How do you spell mat?
Katie: …W?
Me: Does W make the mmm sound?
Katie: Life is getting horrible for me.

She won’t even spell CAT immediately after I do.
Me: Cat. C-A-T.
Katie: C……Z?
Me: :|

And she gives up too easily:
Me: Katie, repeat after me. C-A-T.
Katie: C-A-T
Me: B-A-T
Katie: B-A-T
Me: Mat
Katie, whining: I can’t.

I posted to Facebook and there was a rousing set of comments, which basically consisted of “Yep, same here. That’s why I let the teachers deal with it” and “She’ll do it when she’s ready.”