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Setting:  Selected schools around the valley provide free lunch for children 0 - 18 years old. My sister likes to take all the kids down to the Junior High to eat so they don't eat her out of house and home.  On this particular day, crispidoras were served.  As my sister was driving  back home, Trent was still gnawing on what was left of his.

Trent:  Aunt Jonnie, what are crispadoras made of?
Jonnie: (not hesitating) Cat. Why?
Trent: What??!! (chucking the crispadora out the window)
Caitrin: I don't see what the problem is.  You eat pig.
Jonnie: Why did you throw that out the window?  I was only joking!!  It's made from cow, hamburger, ground beef.
Trent: Aunt Jonnie, I don't feel so good.

She had to pull the car over from laughing so hard.

I'm not sure if I should be upset at the fact that Trent actually believed my sister, or concerned with Caitrin not caring that it could possibly be a domesticated household animal...

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Setting: Driving to school with Caitrin in the back seat

Caiti: Mom, I want to be three again.

Mom: Why? You who cries every morning because you're not five.

Caiti: Just because...

Mom: "Because" is not an answer. Why do you want to be three again?

Caiti: Three was more passionate *sigh*

Really!?! Where did that come from???

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Setting: In my car trying to go to church, last Sunday.

Caitrin: Mom!! I need Belle. Please go get my Belle. (a 2 inch Beauty and the Beast plastic doll)

I run into the house to appease my child's hysterics.

Caitrin: Oh.. Thank you mama. Now all my friends won't think I'm weird.


Too late, I'm already sold.

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Setting: Last night Caitrin was throwing a fit because I wouldn't let her lay down with gum in her mouth. It was bed time and I didn't want her to fall asleep with it. Needless to say she didn't like my decision, but I held firm. "No gum". She ended up continuing to throw a fit for the next 5 or so minutes. I told her that was it and I put her to bed. I wasn't going to deal with her attitude. So this morning when I woke her up to go to school, I sat her up on my lap.
Mommy: Morning Bug. Did you sleep well last night?
She just shook her head while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Then she looked up at me with sad big blue eyes...and bottom lip out...
Caitrin: I adjusted my attitude for you mama.
Talk about heart breaking. At least I know she knows the meaning of attitude adjustment.

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Setting: Caitrin in the tub before church, playing

Daddy: Ok Caiti, it's time to get washed up
Caiti: I don't want to wash up
Daddy:Well, sometimes parents ask you to do something and sometimes they tell you to do something. And I'm telling you that you need to get washed up.
Caiti: (Yelling) I DON'T HAVE PARENTS!!!!!

Then what the heck are we, chop liver?

Broken Wing..Caiti-0...Gravity-2...

I'm not sure how she's going to do, she's a lefty. Can't tell she's doped up on Hydro's...... Poor thing. It breaks my heart to see her this way.

My baby broke her collar bone, yet again. Some spot, exactly one year to the month after the first break. Poor child doesn't have the concept of gravity. This time, so I'm told since I was at work, she was jumping from the recliner on to her lil picnic table and completely missed. Eric said it was a sickening thud. When she wouldn't move her arm, he knew it was serious. The ER nurse kind of freaked out when she fell asleep in daddy's arms. She was afraid that Caiti had a concussion, but then I informed her that Caiti hadn't had a nap all day. All was better when they gave her liquid hydro codone, a sucker, and hand made lion. But she wasn't happy about the sling. She hates any sort of restrictions.

This kid is going to be my wild child. Out of all three, she's the only one who's broken any bones. No fear, I tell you. I have a strange feeling I'm not done with her visiting the ER. Heaven help me.

Football can take a lot out of you.

It was a rough day for Caiti Mae. Watching football takes a lot out of her. She jumps up and down, runs and shouts. Not that she knows who she's rooting for. But she knows the Seahawks and she cheers them on, (even though they aren't proving to be any good this year). She was eating a small bowl of dry cereal and trying to watch the Packers kick Seattle's rear. I can't blame her, the game was a disappointment. Dad ended up removing the bowl so she wouldn't hurt herself. I wish I could sleep like that. Oh... to be young again.

I suppose I should wake her up, I do have to work tomorrow and it's 5 o'clock. I'm not going to lie, it's peaceful with her asleep. I can get a few extra things done without her dragging out her babies and barbies.

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Setting: At my sisters house.

Caiti: Aunt Jonnie, can you help me with my shoes?

Jonnie: Yea, what's the problem?

Caiti: I can't get my skin in there.

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Setting: Caiti Mae standing in her door way, staring at a hurricane ridden room

Caiti, with her hands on her hips: Umm..my room what a mess.

Daddy: Yes it is, maybe we should clean it up today.

Caiti: Na, my mom will clean it for me.

Grabs one of her babies, turns and walks out the door.

Crap what have I taught her???!!!

The Perfect Day

I guess I should mark this day on a calendar, August 12, 2008, or at least in Caiti's baby book. She had the perfect day, potty training wise. She stayed in her big girl undies all day, went to different stores and places all without accidents and even went poo in the potty. Which is a big feat for us considering she'd hide in a corner until her business was done. I didn't put a pull up on her until 8 o'clock and that was only because she was sleeping in the chair and I was avoiding her having an accident while she slept. I'm hoping this will start a beautiful trend, but having 3 kids I know the battles of potty training and I'm sure we will have our up and down days. But for now I will celebrate the fact that not one single pull up was changed on this day, YEPEE!! Tomorrow is another day.......so here's hoping......