Sister-isms

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?"
Me: "Huh?"
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).

But, my favorite sister-ism right now is her expression of love. And although it is at inconvenient time (when I am in the bathroom, about 10 minutes after she should be asleep, when I am frustrated because she is being dramatic) it is enough to melt your heart. She will pucker those sticky fish lips and kiss whatever she can get to. Your hand, your face, your arm. She loves me, she really does love me.

About 6 months ago, if you had commented about her beauty, I would jokingly tell you it's a good thing since she is so mean. I am beginning to get past the frustration and appreciate this beautiful gift God has given me. I am thankful for a beautiful, strong-willed daughter. (Of course in about 9 years she may have to move in with Grana or Aunt Amber so we don't kill each other) - but for now, she is just small enough to let me hold her and love on her.

Hello Blog Followers (all 3 of you)...This is my beautiful daughter Katelynn.