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Thu, Oct 30, 2008 9:45 PM
Katie's fascination with the Disney princesses and their movies has led to some "deep" conversations at bedtime. I enjoy listening to her rudimentary analysis--grouping the princesses by plot elements ("Dere are two princesses who eat poidon apples: No White and Gidelle" and "Dere are BREE princesses who ball adleep until a kitz: No White, Gidelle, and Dleeping Beauty"). She also has a great fear of evil stepmothers now ("I don't want any udder mudder," she whimpered one night).

Not surprisingly, then, she is deathly afraid of meeting Cinderella's step-relatives--Lady Tremaine, Drizella, and Anastasia. For the second time, tonight she expressed her refusal to meet them and get their autographs at Disney World.

The first time she articulated the reason why, I had to fight back laughter: "Becawds," she said, emphatically, "dey are MEAN! And ip I wear my beau-da-bull Tinkerbell dretz, dey will WIP it!" I assured her that they would NOT rip her dress, but she still wouldn't believe me. Finally I asked, "Do you really think Daddy would let that happen?" She thought about it and decided that was a fair insurance policy: "Well, ip dey DO wip it, Daddy will hab to buy me anudder one!"

When I mentioned Daddy's protection tonight, she didn't mention another purchase, but she did seem emboldened: "Ip dey do dat to me, I will wip DERE dresses. And call dem 'POOPY'!" she proclaimed.

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Tue, Oct 28, 2008 10:00 PM
We spent October 17 to 24 in Orlando, and it was a wonderful week of vacation. The weather was sensational, and both of my "kids" (i.e., Katie and Steve) were very well behaved. I think I've said this before, but as Katie matures, every trip to Florida is better than the one before.

One of the highlights of this trip was meeting four Disney "princesses" up close and personal. If you haven't been to Disney lately, you may not be familiar with the scam--I mean, custom--of getting the various characters' autographs. Doing so requires waiting in very long lines... unless, of course, you make reservations six months in advance and pony up 60 bucks a head for a meal with the characters.

Anyway, before we got to Magic Kingdom, I told Steve that I thought Katie was too young and impatient to get into the whole autograph thing. As it turns out, I was completely wrong. We ended up waiting in two lines for an hour and a half each--once to meet Ariel and a second time to meet Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Belle. Katie was completely patient (though definitely not STILL) both times, and she was adorably awestruck by all four encounters. I have to admit: I was impressed by the time and attention the models/actresses gave to each child. And we'll probably be making reservations for one of those rip-off breakfasts for our next visit.

I can't remember everything else that happened, but I'll post the photos and try to let them jog my memory!

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Today Gran and Paw-Paw arrived for a visit. The four of us went out for dinner while Steve stayed back and waited for our power to resume. Right before we left for the restaurant, I had been sucking on one of my mother's favorite candies: an Atomic Fireball.

Later, at dinner, Katie came up close to my face, and I could immediately smell the meatball she'd been eating.

"P-U, Katie," I said. "Your breath smells like a meatball."

"Oh leah?" she replied. "Well LURE brett mells like HOT BALLS!"

My parents and I just looked at each other.

"What are 'hot balls'?" I asked.

"Djew know...HOT BALLS... like GRAN hab," she answered matter-of-factly.

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Katie H.: Susan, you've been outed! lol

Stacey: HA! I'm cracking up. Out of the mouths of babes ...

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Mon, Oct 13, 2008 9:00 AM
When I was a kid, I used to think it was soooo funny to snap photographs of my grandmother's rear end as she was bending over. Even though my grandmother always was (and still is) thin and fit, I don't think she enjoyed those photos too much.

Admittedly, I'm not as thin or fit as Ma, but I'm now experiencing "payback"--Katie style.

A couple of weeks ago, Katie and Danielle and I were sitting in a Starbucks. As I was chatting on the phone with Steve, Katie came over to my side, squeezed my thigh, and announced loudly, "Mommy, djew needa eat more HELPY BOODS!" I thought Danielle might die of laughter.

Last Friday, Katie and Steve waited in the car while I ran in to BJ's to pick up a few things. Steve parked and let her out of her seat so they could watch for me. As one woman left, Steve asked, "Hey, Katie, is that Mommy?" Katie looked at the other lady and then scoffed, "Noooo, Mommy hab a BIG hiney!" I thought Steve might die of laughter as he told me the story.

After all this, um, "discussion" about my weight, yesterday I asked Katie if she wanted to do a workout DVD with me. At first, she was gung ho. Then she realized that I have only one set of handweights--and I was going to use them. Instead of doing the exercises with me, she spent the whole time hounding me about the weights. When I wouldn't give in and give them to her, she stormed over to a corner to pout. But I guess she decided that wasn't sufficiently "punishing" for me. So then she walked up to me--as I was red-faced and sweating--and sneered, "Mommy, lure hiney id NOT getting any little-er."

This morning, when I tried to talk with her about that comment, she refused to acknowledge that it was unkind. Instead she just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, djew ju't needa eat more helpy boods."

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Marbara: Due to a recent doctor visit hopefully Katie won't be able to make the same comments to me next time we see her!

Alisa: Wow, sounds like Katie might be channeling my grandmother. She always had lectures for everyone else....

Stacey: Harsh! Maddie seems to enjoy pulling up my shirt and squeezing all my fat, which I enjoy letting her know in turn is mostly *her* fault (LOL). Can't wait for the day when starts lecturing me on it.

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