You know that's a real word. It's those tid-bits of brillance that come from the mouth of our babe....Katelynn. She is dramatic (like her daddy - right?!?) and beautiful (like her daddy) and makes us laugh so much that it makes up for her "toot-ness" (from her Toot-toot!). I realized that so much of my blogging lately has revolved around Michael and all his greatness. I thought it would be good to add some proud sister moments and let her shine a little on the world wide web.
Katelynn knows how to spell her name, kinda. K-A-T-E-L-M-N-O-P
Katelynn can count to 80. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-16-18-19-20-21-22-23-24-26-27-28-29-80
Katelynn wanted a "San-Wish".
On Monday, I went to get the kids from school at the end of the day - just like always. On the way down the stairs, Katelynn asked if I had something to drink in the car - just like always. I told her yes. She asked if I had something to eat. Of course, "I have a knuckle sandwich". No questions asked and we proceeded to the car.
Everyone is buckled in and we are ready to head home.
Katelynn: "Momma, where's your sandwich?"
Katelynn: "Momma, WHERE's YOUR SAN-WISH." (Already frustrated by the second request - not a good sign).
Me: Katelynn, I don't have any food in the car, but we will be home in a little bit and we can eat dinner. Katelynn: "Momma, WHERE IS YOUR SAN-WISH? I want to eat it."
Me: Katelynn, I don't have a san-wish.
Katelynn: "Yes you do" (hear the whine begin) "You said you had a san-wish in the car".
Me: No I didn't.
(At this point, Michael decides to step in and remind me of what I said in the daycare.)
Michael: "Momma, you said you have a knuckle sandwich"
Me: (giggling...which Katelynn did not appreciate) Oh, (as I raise my fist) I do have a knuckle sandwich. (hee hee hee)
Katelynn: (Whiney - loud - mad) I CAN'T EAT THAT!!!!! I want a real san-wish!
Me: (giggling more) Well, the only one I have is a knuckle sandwich. If you don't want that, I will make you a sandwich when we get home.
Katelynn: You said you have a san-wish in the car and I WANT IT NOW. (Who taught her this attitude?)
Me: Well, all I have is a knuckle sandwich. (Fist in the air again)
Katelynn: (whinier - madder - louder) I CAN'T EAT THAT!!!!! I want a real san-wish.
It went on like this for a few minutes so I called Grana to share (she could still hear Katelynn repeating her frustration as we laughed at her "sister-ism" of the day).