Some things that must be told about Katie:
I love that she calls ballet, "ballelet" with an extra "luh" in the middle. So cute.
She has learned the
Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe speech to help her pick between things she can't make a decision on (for example, does she want the pink plastic ring or purple - ah, how to decide?). It cracks me up to watch her do this. Apparently, even though she
says she doesn't know which one she wants, she'll put two "items" out and start saying/pointing "Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe". The end always goes something like this: "...and my mother said you are go-ing to...(silence, contemplating)...okay, wait, wait, wait. Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe. Catch..."
And last but not least, this is actually a story from the last day of Kyle's baseball season that I just kept forgetting to post. She was sitting on the bleachers talking to my sister, Kim, about getting along (or not, as the case was at the time) with Kyle. Kim looked at her and said brightly, "Well, Katie, don't worry too much. Most brothers and sisters fight a little, but when you grow up you'll be the best of friends. I must tell you, though, he does have
issues with you coming into his room." And Katie quickly replied, "Oh, no, Aunt Kim, we're not allowed to wear our shoes in our rooms. We have to take them off when we come in the house!"