Happy Halloween

Tonight Caity went trick-or-treating for the first time ever. She was not shy about rapping solidly on people's doors and shouting, "I'm a princess!" to the hapless soul handing out the candy. One woman that a friend of ours knew invited us in for a bit; Caity wasted no time in finding a basket of kitty toys and dropping one into her stash. "No, honey, that's catnip - you don't want that," the woman informed her.

Jamie pretty much refused to wear his teddy bear "head"; his unruly mop of hair kind of looks like bear fur anyway, so it really didn't make much difference. He also did not get any candy but we're hoping he's too little to realize what he's missed out on...

Jamie

Recently Jamie has been working on an important skill. It is a very, very difficult skill to master. This is evident by the thoughtful look on his face as well as the time it takes for him to begin. First, he stops dead in his tracks. Next, he thinks really hard. Then, ever so slowly, he... walks backwards.

You thought I was talking about him making a deposit in his diaper, didn't you? Hah. Got you.

Bad Mommy

Yesterday, out of the blue, Caity asked: "Mommy, are you hot or cold?"
I thought about it, then replied, "You know, I think I'm okay."
She furrowed her brow and shook her head. "NO. You're NOT okay," she huffed.
Amused, I asked, "I'm not okay?"
Her response was immediate: "No, you're BAD."

E-Mail

Lately Caity has taken to checking her e-mail. The small fact that she doesn't actually have an e-mail account doesn't sway her. She'll head down the stairs and say, "I have to check my e-mail" and that's my cue to fire up Word. Then, in a new document, she'll type things like:

cat
dog
12345678900987654321

And, my personal favorite:

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You get the idea.