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Mon, Dec 24, 2007 9:30 PM
A few Christmas-time snapshots from the Fanelli house:

...Steve accompanying me to Elbow Lane to get Katie and, upon being greeted with looks of awe and confusion at our two-parent pick-up, announcing to the kids, "Hey, everybody! I'm Danielle's dad!" (More looks of awe and confusion ensued.)

...after earning a bad report from her teachers for not listening, Katie announcing that Santa wouldn't bring her any presents because she's a big girl, but "Ho Ho gon' bring dome to Baby 'cause DJEE a good li't'ner!"

...even before that, Katie furiously wrapping odds and ends and, when questioned, explaining, "I wrappin' pret-tents por Baby brom Danta."

Just when we thought she didn't really buy into the whole Santa thing:

...Katie stashing books and magazines into the drawers of our end tables on Christmas Eve "so Ho-Ho won't take dem!"

...also on Christmas Eve, Katie setting out a cookie and a small glass of milk for Santa--and then consuming both herself!

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Sun, Dec 9, 2007 8:45 PM
We've had a string of incidents in public places lately. I didn't write about the first one, but then they just kept coming so I decided to fess up:

* After dinner last Friday, I wanted to shop for a new sweater for a holiday party we were attending the next day. I asked Steve to keep an eye on Katie, but within a minute of entering the store, she was right by me while he was at the front, pacing and deep in thought. At one point, she asked to go to the bathroom, and I told her to go talk to her dad.

When I went to the dressing room, she barged right in and in the blink of an eye stripped down to her skivvies and proceeded to sing and dance in front of the large mirror. She complained again about needing to use the bathroom, but when I told her to get dressed and go, she went back to her antics.

I very quickly decided what I wanted and got my clothes back on. She, meanwhile, was still half naked. While I was exiting the dressing room, she closed the door--locking me out. I wanted to get to the register and get the heck out of there, so I called Steve over and told him to just keep an eye on her, or at least her legs.

Within two minutes of that, I got Steve's trademark look/gesture of "Get-over-here-now-or-else," and when I scooted back to the dressing room, I could hear her crying...and wailing, "I MADE POOPY!" She wouldn't open the door for either of us at first, but I eventually got her to let me in. First I had to calm her down because she was beside herself with what I can only assume was shame and fear and disgust. I helped her slip out of the underpants, balanced them on her shoes, and then wiped her down with Cottonelle wipes. I told her she could wear her pants without panties--and that no one needed to know about it (I had visions of her announcing the incident again to the store!). Finally, I gingerly wrapped up the "package" in wipes and placed it in my purse. Afterward, Steve was fit to be tied, but he calmed down once I pointed out that HE wasn't the one carrying a big wad of you-know-what in his purse!

* Yesterday, I took Katie for a long-overdue haircut. She had been resisting for months, but it HAD to be done. I told her if she was totally well-behaved, I would take her for ice cream. Not only was she good, but she even threw in some sucking up for good measure. (She sat in my lap for the cut, and whenever the stylist asked, "Who's the pretty girl in the mirror?", Katie would coo, "Dat my mommmmy." Puh-lease.)

Anyway, as she was enjoying her 'nilla ice cream topped with gummy bears, she took a header right off the side of the chair. She was hysterical--and it was probably 20 percent physical pain and 80 percent embarrassment. After she calmed down, one of the employees came over to us, and I assured him she was fine. He then brought her over a ladle full of gummy bears and added it to her bowl. For Katie, all was forgiven--and forgotten.

* Alas, the extra gummy bears at Dunkin' Donuts/Baskin-Robbins were only the start of her injury-induced "perks" yesterday. We went to Shady Brook Farm's Holiday Light Show in Yardley, and ate dinner at the Oxford Valley Red Robin beforehand. We got a giant booth for just the three of us, and Katie sat in the middle of the U shape.

Again, in the blink of an eye, I looked over and saw that she was choking on a piece of mozzarella stick. And when I say choking, I don't mean coughing and carrying on. I mean she couldn't breathe or make a sound, and her face was changing color and her eyes were watering!

I am embarrassed to admit that I tend to freeze a bit in these situations, but Steve doesn't. He jumped up, and even though he said you aren't supposed to do this, he shoved the cheese down her throat. Meanwhile, our server, the restaurant manager, and an ER nurse who happened to be dining nearby all rushed to our table. ("I saw her turning blue and wanted to help," the nurse said.)

Katie sat in my lap for a minute or two, let out a belch that would make a grown man proud, and then started eating the rest of her cheese stick. At that point, we figured all's well that ends well, and didn't really think anything of it. But the restaurant comped our mozzarella sticks and Katie's meal and even sent us home with a complimentary dessert! Steve said maybe we can work with this whole choking scenario... ;-)

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Tonight I was showing Katie some of the poses and moves I've been learning in my yoga class. She did pretty well at following my instructions, but of course she can't be just the student. After I demonstrated a couple of things, she said, "OK, OK, I djo (show) one now." She stretched her hands above her head and then spun around twice before flinging herself on to the floor for some monkey jumps.

After that, I showed her a chain of postures that includes "Upward Dog" and "Downward Dog." Again, not to be outdone, she showed me a pose of her own creation. It involved me on all fours and her riding on my back.

"Dis called da 'Donkey,'" she told me.

Eee-awww...

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Katie H.: I'm in tears!!

Kim: I always enjoy the Katie stories, I second Marbara with

Paw-Paw: I don't remember Katie's mother having this much excitement when we took her out in public! LOL!

Marbara: Thanks for the Monday morning laugh!!!

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Wed, Dec 5, 2007 11:50 AM
I know I haven't been very good about uploading (or even taking!) photos lately. I made a concerted effort to shoot some yesterday, and as I was pulling those off my camera, I found some stills and videos from November 15. That was a big day in the Fanelli house: it was when Katie's "Hannah Montana" CD arrived in the mail. If you can, check out the video clips to see her in "action." Christina Aguilera she ain't, but the kid does know how to have a good time (even if her mom intrudes by taping it).

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Paw-Paw: Good job on the videos and the photos!

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