Showing posts with label kate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kate. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

If Only...

Conversation with Kate today.

Kate: "Mom, is sitting down exercising?"

Me: "No"

Kate: "How about sitting up?"

Aah, if only it were that easy!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Something New

She didn't cry but boy was she mad! I told her it would hurt. I'm not sure if she didn't believe me or what. She just sat there after they were done with this angry look on her face. When they put the mirror in front of her she wouldn't even acknowledge that they were there. She didn't talk to me for a whole 5 minutes which for Kate is a long time. But as we were walking back to our car she said "It's fun that I got my ears pierced isn't it Mom?!"

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Pink Polka Dots and Shirring...


What could be cuter?

Perhaps the 4 year old wearing it!
Happy Birthday Stink!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Fashonista Revisited

You may remember my post about Kate's fashion sense.

Here's what she wore yesterday.

Not too bad really. I mean all the same colors are there. Just a little overwhelming to look at that's all.

Still, I wouldn't change it for the world & I hope she keeps her own sense of style when she grows up.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Little Fashonista


Like many little girls Kate likes to create her own looks. Here are a couple of her latest.
She didn't want me to take her picture so she kept running away from me, hence the action shots. But what a fun game it turned out to be & the pictures are so candid!


Yes, she is wearing two skirts. She did have some difficulty with this one though because the bottom skirt would not stay up. But being the true fashonista that she is she didn't let that stop her & just made adjustments to the skirt as necessary.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Our Little Randy

It started snowing on Wednesday & it snowed all day. Kate was so excited she spent quite a bit of the afternoon playing outside and anxiously waiting for her brothers to come home so that they could join her. Thursday morning I woke up to this smiling face wearing her snow pants and not much else.With exclamations of "Wake up Mom! I'm ready to go outside!" how could I resist. I quickly fed her breakfast and after properly dressing for the snowy outdoors I sent her outside. Shortly after walking away from the back door I hear cries of "Help! I'm stuck! I can't get up!" Upon racing back to the door I realize that she has seen A Christmas Story a few too many times and was simply pretending to be Randy.