Not for the faint of heart

Just as no one tells you the joys of pregnancy until it is too late; so too for the traumas of childhood.

A couple of facts:

1. Teeth creep me out. 

2. Katie is far braver than I. 

But I am nothing if not supportive. I felt I could be more encouraging from behind the camera so I filmed the toothstravaganza. Please forgive the moaning. I am still recovering. 

A Numbers Game

5 feet = the width of a typical king size bed
8 feet = the number of feet found in my bed on a typical night
3 feet in the face = my limit
3 am = time to switch to bed two 
3 feet = the width of a typical twin size bed
21 years old = the age of my twin matress
40 pounds = the suggested weight limit for any mattress over 15 years old
4 am = the time they usually find me
200 pounds and 6 feet in a 3 foot, 21 year old bed = too much. just too much.

from the backseat...

K: "There is a hole in your eye that lets in the light and that is how you see. Your lid closes over it and that's how you sleep. and if you are blond, that means you can't see anything. even in the day."

R: "That is very smart, Katie; but actually it is BLIND."

K: "Hahahaha that is a good one, Dada! So, Anna, it is true: if you were  blond you would not be able to see anything at all."

Pop Pop & Anna

"Whattaya DOOin'?"

"Getting cleaned up."

"Oh. I clean."

"Ok, well, I am going to get in shower now."

"Ok. Me too!"

"No, Pop Pop always showers alone."

"Ok, I watch."

I could have interceded at any point in the above conversation, but I was simply enjoying it too much.

Heard around The Creek

January 2, 2011 - Time for another verbal snapshot of Katie and Anna at 5 1/2 and 3 1/2:

"Is this game between Auburn and The Redskins?" ~Katie


"Hey, Katie, let's have a Naked Club!" ~Anna