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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.

The kids are having the time of their lives riding bikes!

And they would do it 24/7 if we’d let them. Unfortunately, this silly subdivision only has sidewalks on one side of the street—and of course it isn’t our side so I still have to sit out with them for now. I was taking a pic of them when I caught Owen mid-fall (he falls in slow motion 99% of the time so don’t worry). 😂

Me: Owen are you okay?
Owen, snotty: It’s none of your business, mom.

Getting ready to race. (We bought the orange cone so drivers will see something different and maybe slow down. They go tearing down our street doing 45 which is impressive since we’re only three houses from a stop sign on either side.)

Getting ready for race #2 (I feel better with at least one of them on the sidewalk.)

Owen being silly.


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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.

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We were going to a bowling birthday party.
Owen: I hope I get a strike. [pause] What’s a strike again?

The kids were playing go fish all on their own.
Owen: Do you have a 6?
Katie: No. Go to the fish area.

Me: Katie, when did you become a big kid?
Katie: Ugh. Mom. At grandma’s.
Me: At Gram—???

Katie: Mama, I love this kitty. 


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Owen: Katie why are you reading my book?
Katie: I’M NOT! I’m just looking at it. I don’t know how to read yet.

Gramma was teaching Owen and Katie a new card game that involved matching suits and counting.
Katie: Let’s play plain. Without construction.

Gramma Jean was coloring with Owen and Katie. Owen was complimenting Katie.
Owen: Wow, Katie. You’re doing such a good job. You’re staying inside the lines. I’ve never seen a 4yo color so good.
Katie: I know, right?

At the airport, I told Katie that dad got her chicken fingers because that’s all they had.
Katie: Are you serious? I can’t handle chicken fingers.

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Katie: I don’t feel good.
Tom: What’s wrong?
Katie: The boogers are in the way.

We bought Katie a carry-on for an upcoming plane trip. She has been rolling it around the house ever since, filling it up, emptying it out, and playing with it non-stop. When she goes to bed, Owen starts playing with it.
Me: Why do you guys like suitcases so much?
Owen: Let’s just say this. We like suitcases.

Katie got dressed on her own and came in to show us. 
Tom: You look like a thousand bucks.
Katie: I’m not for sale!

We were out running errands and Katie asked if I was just going to go in. Tom joked he would just toss me out of the car.
Katie: Noooo! She’ll break everything on her. She’ll break her bones.

A visit with Santa

We went to the craft show again this year…and had cookies and crafts with Santa. Friends of ours were there so they did candy cane crafts together (that’s Keegan next to Owen, his younger brother Garrett and younger sister Shiela on either side of Katie).

Owen was okay with seeing Santa and talking to him…but he did NOT want to sit on his lap.

Katie was fine with Santa.

They were taking pictures, too…but none turned out that great.


The only picture where Owen was looking our way.


Katie: Mom, Owen answered the bonus question!
Me: Bonus question? What was it?
Owen: Santa asked what daddy wanted for Christmas.
Me: What did you tell him?
Owen: For Michigan State to be better!

Texts from Santa

Santa is texting the kids this year and they think it’s super cool. Owen texted back…and Santa replied!! (I had to tell him that he couldn’t expect Santa to write him back every time he texted and he said he knew—he was very busy.)

Owen was very concerned when Santa asked if he’d been a good boy: That’s a tough question. How do I answer Santa? Was I good this year? Mom, I feel like Santa is important to me. 


He didn’t write back for probably a half hour and it was after we’d discussed if he was god or bad. :) I told him that all kids make bad decisions at times and might do some bad things, but overall he’s an amazing kid and I don’t think Santa would think he was ever a bad kid. 

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So I was cooking in the kitchen and the kids are playing when I hear “Go tell my mom I’m dead.” 😂

Tom was playing with Katie and throwing her around. When he put her down, she screeched: Daddy! I just drooled on your pants!

An Amazon package arrived and I took a peek. It was something for me from Santa.
Katie: I want to see.
Me: Sorry, you can’t.
Katie: I want to see what’s in the box.
Me: Maybe it’s a Christmas present for you.
Katie: I won’t look. Open the box.
Me: No. Stop asking. I’m not opening it.
Katie: PLEASE?!
Me: No.
Katie: I promise I won’t look!
Me: I am not opening the box.
Katie: I want to see it.
Katie: I promise I’ll be good.
Me: Being good doesn’t matter. I’m not opening the box.
Katie: Please I want to see it.
Me: NO!
Katie: Mom please?!
Me: No. If you ask me one more time you get a time out for not listening.
Katie: I want to see in the box.
And even that wasn’t the end of it. It ended with much more asking, whining, and her being sent to her room.
Happy holidays?!

Katie was playing and she came over and said: Mom, I’m moving into a new place. I packed all my toys and dolls.And all my winter stuff. My Christmas stuff. And my stuffed animals and my costumes. And my phone to play Pokemon. We’re going to live with Grandma Jean. And my kids and my dogs.

Katie: I know what toenails are. They’re at the end of your feet.

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It was a chilly day so I had Katie put leg warmers on for ballet. We got to her class and her teacher commented on them.
Katie: Yep, I’ve got my warm leggers on.

A single deer ran across the road. Owen wondered aloud if he was alone because he didn’t have a family.
Katie: Maybe if we were deer we could be his family.

We’re listening to Christmas music.
Owen: Katie, do you like Christmas?
Katie: I do. And I like bagels, too.

Shopping at Costco:
Katie: Mama, when we’re done checking out I want to sit on that tractor.