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.

Dangerous

We were driving home from church today and the song "Dangerous" by Kardinal Offishall came on the radio. As you can most likely tell from the artist's name, this song is not something Mary Poppins would sing and is probably not a tune that small children should be listening to. In spite of this, Caity has heard the song a few times; this became apparent when she started singing along with the chorus. I found this to be entertaining and was treated to a frosty look from Greg.

Caity's Song

This is from a while ago, but I am clearly behind on posts.

Caity was coloring happily one day and singing to herself. Here are some of the lyrics:

It's pancake time
I don't like pancakes
I do like pancakes
I like to play in the jungle.

How pancakes and jungles got connected in her brain is beyond me, but it made me smile.

Traversing to Traverse City

Greg had some business meetings in Traverse City last week. Instead of staying home with the kids, poking my eyes out with sharp sticks each day he was gone, I elected to go with him. The kids thus came along too. My mom and her husband were invited to join us as additional kid-wranglers; we tried to disguise the journey as a "vacation" but they were not fooled (they came with us anyway).

It wasn't a particularly horrible getaway but it wasn't all fun and games, either (at least, not for the grown-ups). Jamie took it upon himself to explore every last crevice in our rented condo, which, of course, was not child-proofed in the slightest. Caity decided to hop, skip and jump at every opportunity - I really hoped that there were no guests in the unit below ours. Not ones to waste the day away, both of them were up bright and early each morning, in spite of my attempts to telepathically send them back to sleep and the fact that the clock read 6:25.

From the kids' perspective, the best parts of the trip were probably the sandy beach and the outdoor, non-heated pool; I think the adults were most pleased by the winery we visited...

Stylin'

Jamie was the recipient of a complimentary hairstyle today at playgroup. Note the firm grip that the stylist has on his shirt.

School Daze

Caity's first full day of preschool is this coming Tuesday. In an effort to stimulate class discussion and interest in their peers, all of the students in her class have been asked to draw some pictures of their family and answer some basic questions about themselves. One would think that this is, like, the easiest assignment ever, but from my standpoint it was about as bad as differential equations. Caity refused to answer most questions; instead of drawing anything resembling her family she drew blobs with swirls all over them. "What are those?" I asked her, pointing to the swirls. "Eyes, LOTS of eyes," she responded, swirling even more eyes onto our heads. Giving up on the portrait, I forced to her tell me the answer to this question: "What do you like best about yourself?" Her answer: "Red".

Something tells me that it'll only get worse. The teacher in me will most likely NOT enjoy helping Caity with homework in the future.