Jane is very hyper today. I think it is because the rest of us are sick with a cold and she is the only healthy one around. But, she can’t go anywhere or do anything besides sit at home and watch TV because we’re sick. So, hyper Jane requested a crazy face picture today. And since she was pulling crazy faces in all the normal shots, I decided to go along with it.
Kitty has worst cold, poor baby. And shut up, I can call her a baby if I want to. She has been running a fever for the last two days and gets really, really cranky when it’s bedtime. Especially when her baby Advil has worn off. But, then she wakes up so happy and pink, with sweaty fever-just-broke curls and all is forgiven.
Have I mentioned what a chatterbox little Kitty has become? She can repeat just about anything we say, which isn’t great when you have an 8 year old boy that thinks teaching his baby sister to say “Poopoo Head” is the funniest thing ever. So, she runs around the house saying, “POOPOO HEAD! POOPOO HEAD! POOPOO HEAD!” It’s actually pretty cute, but don’t tell The Boy I said so. I’m supposed to be extremely disappointed in him.
Mr. Darcy has been in Alaska fishing for the last four days (on his way home as we speak), and a few days ago Kitty asked, “Where Daddy are? I miss Daddy.” And then (as we were checking out at the store) the checker said, “How old are you?” And she said, “Two.” Then excitedly yelled out, “JANE IS FIVE!!!”
And when we were driving through Jack in the Box the other day (I get real lazy about cooking when Mr. Darcy is away) I asked the kids if they all wanted a junior bacon cheeseburger, then asked Kitty “Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich?” And she said, “I want the bacon one.”
It surprises me how much she understands. In my mind she is still a little baby. She is growing up much too fast. The little Poopoo Head.