Katie got some lip gloss disguised as a pretty flower (the petals were different shades of lip gloss) for Christmas. She assumed it was a pretty flower (I wasn't going to tell her otherwise) until the girls next door came over and enlightened her. This is the result:
Katie got her flu shot the same day Elayna got her immunization shots. Katie cried when she got her shot, but she was very upset when she realized that Elayna was going to get shots also. She kept saying, "Not Elayna, no, owie". It made me feel awful. Now, Katie will come up to me and give me pretend shots, and put pretend bandages on them.
Katie will also play "dentist" and want to clean my teeth with the nearest toy. That game didn't last very long. I didn't like the idea of a phone, or an eraser, or a hair thing, etc being put in my mouth and swiped over my teeth.
One night, I went to check on Elayna, and just about tripped over Katie. She had come in our room in the middle of the night, and was curled up under her blanket at the foot of our bed on the floor. I don't know if we didn't wake up when she wanted to get in bed with us, or if she just decided that would be a nice place to lay down.
One day, after Katie had been playing in the living room by herself, I noticed what she had done with her toys and books. Where they actually belong:
Where they had been stockpiled:
Katie climbed up my baker's rack (shelves) in the living room. Of course, that is where I had the glass nativity, and the porcelain angel Ryan gave me last year, and the stained glass nativity scene. Well, when I heard the tinkle, tinkle of things falling on the ground, and then a loud thud, and a scream, I came running. I didn't have the heart to yell at Katie too much, since the shelves had fallen on her, but I was pretty upset. Thanks to super glue, they are all in mostly good as new condition.
On Christmas Eve, we had told Katie we were going to Grandma Paula and Grandpa Craig's house. I needed to drop off a neighbor gift on the way, so we actually passed my parent's house. Katie yells out "We missed it! There is Grandma's house!" She has such a good sense of direction. She can tell if we are heading the right way to go to church, or my parent's house, or Ryan's parent's house. It is amazing.
Katie was on an "Ice Age" movie binge. She had watched the movie 2 or 3 days in a row. Then one night, Ryan and I were dragging her to her bedroom, and she started quoting a part of the film.
Note that she was being dragged backwards, and the intonation and facial expression was obviously mimicking the movie. Katie-"What's this? A pinecone? My favorite!" (Crunch crunch)
Katie is trying to tell us what we have to do. We have had quite a few discussions about how Mommy and Daddy can tell Katie what to do, but she can't tell us what to do. Sometimes, if we ask her to do something, she will say, "I'm trying" or "Otay, otay" while doing nothing. It can be frustrating.
Jan 20-Katie had been playing with the bedroom doors, and I asked her to keep them all open. As I walked away, I thought I heard her close one, so as she came into the living room, I was telling her she needed to go open the door. She just looked at me, so I started counting to 5, and when she hadn't done anything, I spanked her. Her little face got all scrunched up and turned red, she started crying and she screamed, "What are you doing?!" My heart fell, and I went and looked at the doors. All open. I felt so bad. I just held her and said I was sorry until she stopped crying.
Jan 21-Katie watched David changed Tayvin's diaper. She looked at the open diaper, and gave a shocked "Huh?! What's that?" Apparently she hasn't seen much of "the way we know that Tayvin is a boy". Probably not the best explanation, but it worked.
We have a porcelain temple in the living room. This is the conversation that followed after Katie pointed to it.
K-"That's a temple!"
M-Yes, that's the temple Mom and Dad got married in"
K-One day I'll get married in the temple, and get baptized, splish, down in the water.
For some reason, she associates these together, although they should be about 15-20 years apart.
What a cutie!
