Katie Blog

I write more blogs about Jack, I think. He and I do more activities -- he doesn't have that middle of the day nap, and gets home from school earlier -- and of course he's more talkative in general. So Kate kind of gets short shrift in the blog. But not tonight.

- Kate likes to dance. She does kind of a herky jerky think where her hands kind of float in the air. Big smile; it almost doesn't matter what the music is. "Come dance, Daddy. Come dance."

- She likes to sing. She regularly makes up songs, about pretty much anything. "I...love my...brother....and Daddy and Mommy....too.....Jack is eating....potato chips......I will have some too....."

- She likes to draw. Faces and faces and faces and faces. Sometimes eyes nose mouth, sometimes with hair, recently with little stick arms and legs sometimes, too. She's especially proud when she makes a letter. "I made an H, Daddy! An H!"

- She likes painting, as we did yesterday. I took a picture and whereas Jack kind of looks down at his work, Kate turns on the charm with a big grin.

- She has a love-hate relationship with the camera. We try to get family shots at museums or ballgames and she typically buries her face in Emily's shoulder. But I take pictures of her with a project we made or in her Red Sox sweatshirt, and she simply beams, throwing a smile that lights up her whole face.

- At the doctor the other day her first reaction was to wail and cling to me. Five minutes in she was giggling and offering up winning smiles at every request.

- She's become the exhibitionist Jack was at her age, standing naked before the bath and saying, "I naked! Look at my BUTT. See?" With a little wiggle. Good grief, Kate.

- She''s generous, bringing Jack toys she thinks he's forgotten or lost. "Here's Sammy, Jack. Here's your dragon, Jack. Jack. Jack! Here's your car." Most of the time she hands it to him rather than throwing it in his general direction. Most of the time.

- She reads book by memory. She sings songs by memory. I hear her alone reading books like Where's My Mom. "Hush lil monkey...I will help you find your Mom...she's over here. Oh, no, that's an elephant....." I hear her singing, often long after she was supposed to go to sleep. "Bloom....and grow.....for.....EV....er...."