Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Grumpiness is Hereditary

If I have any doubt that Caroline is my daughter, all I need to do is wake her up every morning.

It is safe to say that I am NOT a morning person. Caroline is exactly like me in this regard.

When I go into the girls' room to wake them up to get ready for school, Caroline will look up at me, then quickly roll over onto her stomach in the classic, "If I pretend I didn't see him, maybe he'll pretend not to see me."

If you try to say "Good morning!" to Caroline, she will quickly tell you, "No! Be quiet!" Trying to sing to her to raise her spirits is like poking a bear with a stick. A bear that has just woken up from her winter's hiberation, I might add.

When you pick her up to change her diaper (or have her sit on the toilet, as we begin potty training her), she screams bloody murder. If CPS were in the house at that very moment, they would probably take her from us just on the volume of her cries.

It is not until about 10-15 minutes have passed that Caroline will fully wake up and begin to interact. And it is only after she's had some milk or some cereal that she will feel ready to smile and give you a hug.

I hope she never has to take an 8:00 am class in college. I would fear for her roomates.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Throwing Away $$ At the Food Court

Today is a rainy, windy day, so after church I took the girls to the local mall to run around.

The girls love to eat at the food court, so after checking out the patio furniture at Sears (much more entertaining for the girls than toys!), we headed over to the food court.

Feeding the girls has become so much easier now that they are 2 1/2 years old. No more packing bowls, utensils, or special cups. They can sit in adult chairs and eat with paper plates, plastic utensils, and love love love to have their own "adult" cups of water.

Today I ordered a Hot Dog On a Stick for Katherine, and a chicken burrito for myself and Caroline to share.

Katherine promptly gnawed about three bites of cornbread off the hot dog on a stick before proclaiming, "I don't like it." Katherine then proceeded to eat 1/2 of my burrito, but only the tortilla. Caroline picked apart her 1/4 of the burrito to eat all the black beans and tortilla, and left the rice, chicken, and cheese in small heaps on her paper plate.

The Hot Dog On a Stick cost me $2.75. The burrito set me back another $5.99, of which I ate 1/2. For about $1.00 I could have fed the girls a can of black beans and Mission brand tortillas from home!

Sunday, February 03, 2008


For some reason, Katherine now poses for all her photos with this "smile":

Katherine's New Smile
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She thinks it's a good smile. I don't have the heart to tell her how silly it looks.

Of course, we can still catch her in a candid photo, where she looks like this:

The girls - January 2008
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