Caity's Songs

Caity is starting to take after her father... she's making up random songs. Here's the gem from today:

I made poopers!
They're so stinky
They're so stinky
- Just like you.

And although this one is not entirely of her own creation, I had to include this one as well:

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
I'm not bored
Yes, you are
Jingle all the way!

Musical Influences

Just now I overheard Caity singing P!nk's "So What?". She doesn't know any of the words, so she makes up her own. An attentive listener can still tell what the song is, though. I love how my frequent 95.5 listenings have influenced my child's developing brain.

Stuck on the Sweets

Caity and Jamie went to visit Santa at the mall last week. Jamie, as anyone could have predicted, was a little perturbed by being slung into a random man's lap. Caity was just fine. After I rescued Jamie from Santa's vile clutches, Santa was able to turn his attention to Caity. "And what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas?" he asked her. Now, can you guess what she asked for? Did she ask for toys, games, or, perhaps, a special doll? No. Looking happily into Santa's eyes, she said, "Trick or treat!" I think that was possibly the first time EVER that Santa had been asked to bring Halloween for Christmas. His eyebrows disappeared into his snowy gray hair, and he looked at me for confirmation of Caity's sanity. "She really liked trick-or-treating," was all I could manage, feeling like I had somehow failed at mothering.

Time Warp

Oops. Where did November go? We appear to have fast-forwarded through that month. Ah, well. I'm sure nothing interesting happened, anyway. Except that Jamie said his first real word ("Up"). And he got some more teeth. And Caity had several more days of school. And Michigan lost a few games of football. ...So we'll move on to December.

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."