Amazingly, she never tries to put them in her mouth! She just takes them apart, hands pieces to Owen, and tries to put them together.
Maggie doesn’t quite know what to do with Katie in her bed.
Where I finally put Maggie so she’d relax. Except I think she knows it’s not quite right because she keeps rearranging herself. 🙂
It was time for Katie to go to bed so Owen said “Katie, give me a hug!” so she walked over and hugged him. Awww. It’s blurry because I had to act fast. 🙂
I had to give her paper because unbeknownst to me she was being creative in one of her books. 🙂
Grandma Marsha got this hat for Owen. It’s a little small now so it goes to Katie. (I think she looks a little like her cousin Breanna in this picture.)
Owen in the hat March 2013.
Gotta love hand-me-downs!
This Lego Minifigure history book (LEGO Minifigure Year by Year: A Visual History) was a Christmas gift from Uncle Doug, Aunt Marie, and cousins Gabrielle and Robert—and he LOVES it! I’ll turn on his monitor in the morning and he’s flipping through pages. At night, that’s the book he wants me to “read” (I say “read” because he really just wants to flip through the pages and look at figures and ask me what their names are). Almost all of the figures he says “I want this for next Christmas.” 🙂
EDITED TO ADD THE FOLLOWING NIGHTS AS PROOF:
And laying cute!
And playing with brother!
She just decided to lay down next to Maggie.
I love that I could temporarily exit Skype to take a real picture!
This is where she gets into trouble and ends up sitting like that until I come help her. 🙂
It’s a long story, but yes, that’s a smoothie in a bread bowl at Panera.
Katie had fun wandering and climbing.
Guess what, Katie? CHICKEN BUTT!
He was REALLY into telling me a story about his Legos.
Because your toys aren’t already taking over the playroom, the living room, your bedroom, and the upstairs living room…
Then we did a nice one.
Then he got bored and left.
Every morning she has to haul at least two or three stuffed toys out of her crib.
Do NOT let Katie see ANY chips otherwise she spends the rest of her meal asking for said chips and won’t eat.
Katie was laying on me drinking her pre-nap milk when I looked down to see this:
I love my kids, but I can’t wait to NOT have to deal with this every day.
I really would like Owen to have a pair of nice shoes. I’m not talking uncomfortable dress shoes here—just a pair of loafers for outfits that don’t really look good with Crocs or tennis shoes. So today at Marshalls I found a totally cute pair of Cole Hahn (!) brown loafers for $16 (!). So tonight I had him try them on—and of course you have to exert just a bit of effort (moreso than tennis shoes or Crocs) to get them on your foot, so he wasn’t used to that (being he really only wears tennis shoes or Crocs!) and OH MY HEAVENS the whining was amazing. And of course his final (final? ha! immediate) verdict was they were too tight. And of course I have no idea if he just doesn’t like them or they really were too tight. I have a feeling he’ll never have loafers—he hasn’t yet, why start now? 😐
Here were the pants from October 26:
And now here’s the matching dress (at least once before she outgrows it—which will be soon)! I love hand-me-downs!
Owen was telling me lots of “jokes” at dinner—pretty much it was just any sentence he thought of with the word underwear in it. 🙂
“What about…the chocolate man was eating underwear?! Ha! You get it?”
“What about Spongebob and Squidward in their underwear?!”
There were about six more but of course I didn’t write them down as he was saying them…
This was a recreation that didn’t quite match up to the original which I missed recording. But it’s still cute. 🙂
She likes to completely stuff her mouth and scare the bejesus out of me…so sometimes I have to physically take a piece of food off her tray or out of her hand. This was the result today (and this is actually her on the downswing of the tantrum).
And on Owen at age 1 (Katie is 18m):
I love that Katie says please (“pease”) when she wants something. However, now she needs to learn that just because she says pease she’s not necessarily getting what she wants…which mostly happens when she wants Elmo [on my phone]. She’ll even point to my phone when it’s in my pocket saying “Elmo? Pease? Pease? Pease?”