Sunday, August 29, 2010

Cate pics and stories

Above, Cate is modeling an outfit her Nana Davis brought up for her this summer (notice the ballet slippers with it!) And the picture at the bottom is another outfit from Nana. For some reason, she had to wear both of them today.

I don't have a lot of new Cate pics, but I do have more "Things Cate Said," so I'm sharing those instead....

Mommy: Cate, what are you doing in the basement? Please come out of the basement.
C: I'm doing something crazy. (never figured out what the crazy was, but she thought it was hysterical)

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Though we are a long ways from being potty trained, Cate does, at times, want to pee on her potty. After she goes, she wants to pour it into the big potty and flush it. This is usually how the flushing part goes...

C: Bye, Bye, pee-pee. Love you. (that's also how she ends most phone conversations- but substitute pee-pee with someone's name!)

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Cate's in a throwing things phase right now - either out of anger or just for fun. The other night on the way up to bed, she chucked a couple of things (just for fun, I thought- no anger), and then started up the steps...

C: Cate's throwing a fit.
Mommy: Oh, you are? Is that why you were [literally] throwing things?
C: Yes. Cate go upstairs until I settle down.

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And finally, we have Sophie Boggs (Dancing Barefoot w/Sophie blog) to thank for this next one. We were looking at the pictures of Sophie, who is transitioning to a big girl bed. Cate is still in her crib (and shockingly has never tried to get out- or at least has not succeeded), and I've said I will keep that child in a crib for as long as possible! I fear that once she is able to free-range, sleep may never again exist in this house.

Well, after seeing the pictures of Sophie in her big girl bed, that's all Cate talked about. So while I was out last Thursday, Rick decided to take down the one side of her bed and put up the day bed rail (we have one of those transitioning cribs, or whatever they're called). Cate loved it, but when I got home, it was time for Cate to nap. Rick had put her down, but, of course, she kept getting up, and we'd hear her running around, and we'd hear her door open.

After numerous attempts, I put her down one final time and said, "Now Cate, part of being a big girl and sleeping in a big girl bed is STAYING in the bed. If you can't do that, I'll have to get Daddy to put the crib side back up so that you can't get out of bed." With that I went downstairs, and not more than 30 seconds later, I heard her door open, and she came downstairs. I said, "Cate, why are you not in bed?" She replied, "Daddy needs to put my crib back. Cate can't stay in bed." And so he did. And when he was finished, she jumped in her bed a little bit, filled with excitement for the return of the crib, and then she layed down and took her nap.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Even more funny things Cate says....

This has been a good week for funny Cate comments. Here's a taste....

Pouring water
C: My friend-boy poured water all over the baby's head. (side note- Rick calls her boy friends "friend boys" b/c she's, of course, not allowed to have boyfriends. This was the first time I actually heard her use this term, which made me shake my head and chuckle)

Me: You had a friend pour water on a baby? Did that happen at school?

C: No, at church.

Me: Oh, Maxwell's little sister got water poured on her during a baptism.

C: Yes. Maxwell pour water on baby sister.

Leaving Gramma and Papou's house....
C: Mommy! There's an osprey on the flag pole!

Me: Oh, almost, honey, that's an eagle.

(we have a LOT of osprey around here!)

While in a toy shop in downtown Bath...

Cate was checking out the huge wooden kitchen set complete with every dish, pot, tool, mit, and fake food accessory you could imagine. After thoroughly looking it over...

C: That kitchen is sharp!

Wow. I think she was channeling Grandpa Sprague!

Making black bean quesadillas...
Black bean quesadillas are a favorite of ours on nights Rick is working. They're quick, easy, and healthy, and Cate loves them. We were chopping up some veggies to go in them, and I was eating the leftover mushrooms. Cate, a fellow mushroom lover, caught me eating them in the kitchen. She paused for a second and then came running over and climbed up to the counter on her step stool.

C: Cate sick.

Me: You are?

C: Yes. These are Cate's mushrooms. You can't eat Cate's mushrooms. Get Cate's germs. Get sick.

And then she proceeded to eat them all. And she wouldn't share. And she was not sick.