Baby Katie, reading a book to herself. In her house boots. I mean LOOKIT. They’re house boots in our house because they look like boots, ya’ know…not house shoes.
My baby again, reading her books in some cute little jammies.
(Man…having and discussing babies causes you to talk like an ice cream sundae.)
I already miss this sight. About three nights ago, Katie slept in a toddler bed for the first time. We took her crib apart, so that Brother can use it when he gets here, and we bought her a brand new bed. It’s so weird, seriously. It’s all low to the ground and small, and she looks about too precious just sitting or laying in it, never mind sleeping in it.
With her blanket, pillow, quilt, pajamas, and rosy cheeks, she’s just this pile of pink in the bed.
Sunday morning, I started to hear her talking through the monitor when she woke up, as usual, but I tensed, because this was Morning #1 of the big girl bed, which equals FREE RANGE BABY. Gah. I’m not sure I’m ready for that….
Anyway, after a little talking, I hear her bedroom door open and close…snap. Brady was already long gone at the fire station. Once her door clicked shut, Penelope stood straight up in our bed and started staring towards the bedroom door as if to say:
And then this tiny, blonde-headed Someone came bee-boppin’ in my room, and it was so cute! She started waving her hands around and talking all loudly, telling me how she got up because she had to use the potty. She also told me that when she got out of her bed, she tried out the pallet on the floor that her Daddy had made the night before AND the rocking chair for a few minutes.
She was reveling in her freedom, I guess.
This morning, not two seconds after Brady closed the back door at 4:15 AM to head to the station, I heard HER door OPEN.
Side note: what is this? The bus station? Are other people sleeping normally through the night? Is this just our house?
She came in my room again, moving a little quicker this time – I’d guess because the house was so dark – and said she was up to use the potty again.
I suggest we move a potty right in her room.
I was trying to get a picture here of her in this little sweatshirt that Lesley and I wore when we were little. If I remember correctly, we wore it with tiny Wranglers and gray cowboy boots.
Because that’s what went best with our bowl haircuts.
There are Care Bears on that sweatshirt, in case you couldn’t see ‘em.
What a beauty. I can’t stop looking at her.
One night, while talking to her daddy on the phone at the fire station, she suddenly just stopped talking, handed the phone to me, and walked off. I put it to my ear, where Brady was just yackin’ away to her. I interrupted, “She’s gone.”
Her, overhearing me tell him she was gone: “When I’m done, I’m done.”
Does this pose drive anyone else berserk? Sleeping so hard in those pink John Deere boots, despite the broken neck syndrome. Whenever there’s a chance she’ll fall asleep in her car seat – which is WAY so rare – I always ride in the back by her, so I can hold her head back.
Yes, I’m nuts. What of it?
Oh how I loved those little owl pajamas with the feet in them! She loved to pretend to write out grocery lists…I guess from seeing her mama constantly make lists. It’s not quite shown in this picture, but she could hold a pen or pencil perfectly from the first time we stuck one in her little fist.
Every morning, before I go to work, Katie takes her two little chewy Flintstones vitamins. Each time, she wants to open the bottle, but it’s child proof, so it never works, and I have to do it for her. One morning, she asked me why it had to be this way. I told her something about protecting smaller kids and babies from getting into vitamins and taking way too many and getting a tummy ache and turning INTO Dino the Dinosaur.
So this morning, as she’s trying once more to open the bottle cap, she asks me, “Why do kids sometimes take more, even though they know they’re only supposed to take two, like their mama said?”
BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT ASTRONAUTS LIKE YOU ARE.
This last picture is from a weekend trip to Piedmont with Daddy in his Dodge. We stopped at Sonic on the way, and Katie had her very own grilled cheese sandwich for the first time. We’d moved over to the driver’s seat, because the passenger door was open, and it was really windy.
She immediately started working the gear shift and driving the wheel…just like her daddy.
Are y’all having as much fun reading every detail about my baby as I’m having writing it? I’m so sure.
You’re free to go now.