The Katie Chronicles: Equine Edition

We will be taking a vacation to the beach this summer and one of the planned activities is riding horses. Katie has been full of questions about the horses, including whether they will be babies or full grown, whether you can ride a white horse, and whether we can ride the horses on the beach. She decided we probably could but not too deep in the water. Her two rules so far for beach horse riding are no jumping off while riding and do NOT bring a sword.

The Katie Chronicles: Prayer Time Edition

We’ve recently been saying  the Lord’s Prayer/Our Father with Katie at bedtime.  It’s so sweet to peek and see her eyes closed and hear that little voice repeating each part after me.  “Our Fadder, who aht in heaven…”  After that comes the “thank you” part of the prayer and the “aww” factor gets cranked up when she says thanks for her family, her little friends, and her teacher.  Then we move on to the “delaying sleep as long as possible” section, where she thanks God for trash, doors, Johnnie’s pizza restaurant, rocks, and anything else her tired little brain than think of.  

The Katie Chronicles, Civilizing the Heathens Edition (Guest Starring Ethan).

The scene is our car, on our way to an event:
Katie: Ethan, you have three big teeth that stick out.
Jerome and me, simultaneously: Katie! That's rude.
Katie: It's true!
Ethan: It *is* true. I'm not offended.
Me: Still, it's rude to comment on people's parts, Katie. Unless you're giving a compliment.
Thoughtful pause.
Katie: Ethan, I like your big tooth.

The Katie Chronicles: "One of Those Weeks" Edition

Katie had a tough one last week. Her class had a sub part of Tuesday and apparently Miss Thing decided to put the lady through her paces, so.....Katie got her "Choice Card signed," which is the modern version of getting a note sent home from the teacher. Katie wrote a note of her own back. Then, the next day she fell out of her chair, bumping her head bad enough to go to the school nurse. Later that evening we were playing Hi Ho Cherry O and she told me that it was fiction because it's not real, as opposed to non-fiction, which is real, so I guess her noggin sustained no permanent damage. 

Muscle Man

Ethan asked his grandmother for some hand weights for Christmas and we were a little mystified. I found out today he wants the weights because he has a crush on a girl and he thinks if he makes his muscles bigger she'll like him. His dad is on the case, giving him Lady Tips such as, "try talking to her." His first crush!  The "aww factor" is almost too much for me.  I want to pinch his cheeks, and high five him.  But....I've been sworn to secrecy, so shhhh.  ("Secrecy" in this case means I can tell others but I can't say anything to him).  For now I'm just keeping my prayers to myself: Please be a nice girl, please be a nice girl.

The Katie Chronicles, Mamma Mia Edition

(Background information: Ethan likes to greet us occasionally in the morning by laying on top of us and we call this being covered in Ethan sauce).  Katie and I were laying down on the couch together and she says, “Ethan!  Come here!  We need some Ethan sauce!  Mommy, you are the big spaghetti and I am the little spaghetti and Ethan is the sauce!”  I say, “Then what is Daddy?” Pause.  “He’s the meatball!”

Just Saying No...Thank You

I spent part of the afternoon yesterday getting two old fillings replaced. My dentist offers sedation dentistry and I've seen a similar dentist's commercial that says you will have "no memory of the procedure" if you use their sedation services. I have had great experiences with dentists and am not an anxious patient but I recognize that some people are terrified and need a little help. I'm actually more afraid of "having no memory of the procedure." What if I said something crazy? What if I stood up in the chair and started singing KC and the Sunshine Band songs? I can picture it now: "M'am, please get down. M'am! Please...no these aren't my, my, my, my boogie shoes. Please, come on down now. Yes, I do agree that 'Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight' is great advice no matter who you are. Now please. Oh forget it. Front desk, please bring the hose to exam room 4. We have a singer." So....I think I'll be passing on the happy pills, doc.