Friday, August 15, 2008

Life Lessons by Caitlin

I've learned two very important things from my girl this week:
1. Squirrels look for nuts, and also ham.
2. Hands are not for hitting. They are also not for hugging. They are for giving high fives.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Backseat Driver

So today while we were in the car, I was starting to take a right-hand turn at a red light. From the backseat, I hear a desperate "NO MOMMA - DON'T DRIVE YET!!". Then Caitlin proceeded to tell me that "Red means stop, wait for green to go."...duh, Momma.
I tried my best to explain the right on red concept but I don't think she was buying it.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Cheap date

Tonight as we were driving in the car, we somehow got onto the topic of ages, and birthdays. Our neighbor is having a birthday party soon, and Caitlin has become obsessed with talking about how old her friend will be. We had the usual conversation: she asks how old just about everyone in the world will be on their birthdays. Then we asked her our usual question: how old will Caitlin be on her birthday? Her answer: 69 cents.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Next MaryLou



Today was Caitlin's 'nastics class. One of her favorite things there is the trampoline, and they had lots of jumping time today, so she was very excited. She also did a flip over the bars (with help, of course) and learned how to do a "tumble" (sommersault). She only has one more class left for the summer session, but we're thinking of signing her up for the fall session. She's really enjoying herself, and it's amazing to see how much she can do already.
After gymnastics, we went to visit my Grampy at rehab. He's doing well, and of course the princess was a huge hit. By the time we left, she had scored cookies and juice from an aide, and a necklace from the therapy dog, Nellie. Good times.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Blogs

Ok, so here I am in the wonderful world of blogs. I figured I'd give this a try, and it might be a good way for our family and friends to keep up on our oh-so-exciting lives. Or not. Whatever.