Brotherly Advice

At almost 4, Timothy has figured out how much bigger than Kassie he really is and how much more he knows. So of course he takes it upon himself to "enlighten" her from time to time. This is the conversation they had on the way to church today.
T: Mom, are you going to be my teacher today?
M: Yes, Timothy, I'm going to be your Sunbeams teacher today.
T: What Kassie going to do?
M: Kassie is going to go to nursery.
T: Kassie! You hear that? You going to go to nursery!
K: Oh!!
T: Mommy coming to Sunbeams with me, so you go to nursery, and you no cry for Mommy, 'k?
K: Ok
T: Because, Mommy, Mommy will come back; so you no cry ok?
K: Ok

And you know what? She didn't! I think a big part of it is our friend Becca is one of her new nursery leaders and Kassie LOVES her; but who knows? Maybe she took her brother's advice to heart!

18 Month Old Princess

My name is Kassie and I'm 18 months old (at least I was when this was taken, Mom's slow!). Here are a few fun things about me:

Height: 29 inches
Weight: 18 lbs., 10 oz
Nicknames: Kass-a-frass, Frassin' Rose, Kass, Kassie Rose
Favorite Things: Timothy!, "blanks", books
Least Favorite Things: vegetables, being told no

Mommy got this dress as a present when I was born (thanks, Sarah!) and knew right away I would wear it to my first day of nursery...and I did! I love being pretty and will twirl so you can see me being pretty. I can melt Daddy's heart with one kiss or smile and have the whole world wrapped around my finger.


No doubt who I belong to...I look just like my mom!

Love you!

Pay Attention to Me!

So Timmy and I had sat down to play Mario. Timmy had his Wiimote without batteries; Kassie sat next to me with her XBox DVD controller (hey it's white and somewhat like a wiimote). As we started the game, Kassie would scoot closer and closer, until she was in my lap. Ok, fine, I can play with her in my lap.

She then stood up grabbed both my cheeks and nose-to-nose says "Hi."

Of course, in this time frame Timmy's saying, "No, Mario! Don't do that!" while Mario turns into a lemming and heads for the closest cliff.

I smile, sit her down in my lap again and start the level again. After a few rounds of lemming-ville Mario, Kassie wanders off and does her own thing. I actually thing she's addicted on the preliminary excitement with *Boing*s and finds the actual game a let-down.

Luckliy, Mario starts with 5 lives. 4 usually go to Kassie.

It's hard to argue with a cute kid that wants your attention.

Update:
After reading the above, I didn't want you to think that I ignore Kassie. After Mario, she jumped into my arms and directed me around the house. She actually requested we play 1-2-3-Go, which is one of Mom's least favorite games. More on that later.

You can't have a fashion opinion?!?

My sweetheart was off to jury duty the other day and I became responsible for the kids until Grandma picked them up in the afternoon. We had a grand time at playing and I really thought that I had picked up some Dadad brownie points.

As the time was fast approaching, I told the kids that they had to get ready to go with Grandma. Everybody put on their socks and shoes and Kassie grabbed her jacket. I told Kassie that the jacket was too light and we'd be putting on her winter coat.

I'd never seen an 18-month old give a "Hell No!" until that specific moment in time.

While she never specifically uttered the words, her angry screams and refusal to cooperate were very clear. Add that to the fact that she would hold out the other coat to me as a peace offering and an intense look, and the message was clear. "My behavior is tied to the choice in coats. Choose wisely."

Obviously, I discovered that coat choice was an effective behavioral tool. I plan on letting her choose her coat in the future, in exchange for my happiness.