Kate and Colleen have begun the struggle of sharing toys…oh, what fun. 🙂 The other day, Kate was saying (yelling?) to Colleen: “You can’t play with this! It’s mine!” I looked at Kate and gave her the look, and she repeated the same phrase in the same tone. I looked at her sternly and said, “Kate! You CANNOT speak to your sister that way. Be NICE.” She promptly looked at me, smiled, tilted her head, and said to Colleen in a “southern nice” voice, “You can’t play with this. It’s mine.”
Our friend, Steve, has been staying with us for a bit as he completes his cross country road trip (so jealous!). Kate’s formed quite an attachment to him, and he’s been so good to do puzzles, color, and play with her. The other night we were leaving our house to head to my parents’ house, and Kate asked, “Where are Steve and Dacks?” I told her they were staying at our house but coming to Grandma and Grandpa’s soon. She immediately frowned, looked out the window, and said, “Oh. I love them.”
Kate finally has gotten the hang of Facetiming, thankfully. Well, for the most part. 😉 She loves to Facetime with Grammy, Gramps, and Aunt Katie. The other day she was Facetiming with Grammy and proceeded to put the phone on a little box lid (facing up). She then had a crazy Dance Party with Grammy, randomly popping her head back over by the phone. It was the funniest thing!
Yesterday we headed to the Doctor for Colleen’s 1 year checkup, and I had been telling Kate the past few days that we need to give extra love to Colleen when she gets her shots. When I laid Colleen down on the table to hold her arms down, Kate immediately scrambled and pulled up the stepping stool. She climbed up and grabbed her sister’s hand, then nuzzled her face down by Colleen’s. It was one of the sweetest moments as a parent, to see her truly comfort her sister.
Lately Kate has just been so sweet. At times so very ornery, but then she’ll turn around and say the sweetest thing to make up for it. I’m easily reminded why I love this age (even with its trials and tribulations) in these moments. She’ll randomly say to me, “You’re my friend, mommy.” It makes me want to cry!
Oh, how I love this little girl.