It's been so long since I've given you the details on these people!! While they change so quickly this will be untrue in about 4 seconds - here's Kate today.
Kate loves life. She wakes up laughing most mornings. She says "Good Morning!" to each member of our family, even if Jack is still sleeping or Dan is gone for work (very Walton-esque).
Her hair is straight out of control!! It is curly and thick and unruly. She refuses to leave bows, clips, or ponies in. Wild, but oh, so fitting!
She flashes thumbs up like it's a gang sign.
She speaks pirate. "Jack's a pullin' a me hair!" "Momma, where's me shoes?"
I straightened her hair at Christmas time. When we were at Meme's someone commented that it was harder to tell them apart when you couldn't count on Kate's curls. THEN, sweet child attempted to 'run' across the living room to the front door...bounce, bounce, bounce, trip, slide, giggle, up, bounce, bounce, bounce. I don't care if they look IDENTICAL, watch her move for 7 seconds and you can tell it's Kate.
They run circles around our living room often. They always say, "Momma, I so fast!". Without fail, Kate has to add, "I falled."
I already embarrass/irritate her (motherly duty, you know!) I'll be singing along, or dancing, or trying to play with them...Kate sighs, says "No, Momma" eyebrows down, serious style.
She LOVES to sing. She can sing all of the words (and pretty on pitch, I might add) to the A-B-C's, Jingle Bells, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Jesus Loves Me, Twinkle Little Star, and The Itsy-Bitsy Spider.
She's busted out a few 'Moms' lately. I hate it. I want to be 'Momma' even when she's 40.
She loves her sister BIG time. Lauren was sick a few weeks ago. She didn't eat dinner with Kate, instead let me rock her in the living room. She was lethargic at bathtime, laid right down in her bed and closed her eyes. I put Kate to bed too, then went in to the next room with Jack to nurse him down. I could hear a little voice from their room. I thought it was Lauren moaning or whining. Not loud enough to be my Kate. After I got Jack down, I went back into their room. Lauren was asleep. Kate was as close to Lauren as her crib would allow, arm stretched out in her direction, and was saying over and over, "Sissy, you ok? Sissy, you ok?" Sissy was fine, I walked out sobbing.
She loves to pray. Any time of day, for lots of reasons. We pray a lot while going to the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub across from them and it's just a good place to chat! While we were so worried about Pop, I may have passed some of my crazy on to Kate. Still, to date, 24 days after we no longer pray for Pop's throat, Kate still starts every prayer with "Dear God, Help please Pop's throat." and then goes on to whatever else might be on her mind.
She is a BOSS. First born, and maybe a little like her Momma, FOR SHIZZZZ. "Warlen, come here." "Warlen, sit down." "Warlen, let's go!" She has no regard to personal space while bossing either. She gets up in 'Warlen's' face, about an inch and a half from her nose and delivers her directives. I haven't told her yet that there's a chance that Lauren and Jack will be bigger than her someday and then...
She makes me laugh EVERYDAY. And most of those laughs have to behind my hand or shirt or in another room because I'd hate to promote such behavior. She hugs TIGHT. She laughs with her head thrown back and so hard she always has to stop to come up for air. When she cries in public it's so loud and emphatic that I'm certain someone reaches for their phone to call 9-1-1. She is soft and uncoordinated and strong willed and has a sweet tooth. I've said many times about lots of children that I could just eat them up. But with Kate, I mean it. If I wouldn't miss her SO much, I would eat her. Delicious.
A friend said about her daughter on Facebook today, "If you don't know her, you totally should." I couldn't agree more. I hope you've had the pleasure.