Last night I was very tired by the time I was putting Caitlyn to bed. As I started reading her first bedtime story I was kind of reading it just monotone and fast to get it over with. Caitlyn sat up and put her face close to mine, rubbed my cheek comforting-ly and said in a mother-ish tone, "Are you getting fussy Mommy?"
On Friday Caitlyn and Nathan were out on the balcony playing. She was pretending he was her puppy, patting his head, calling him to come to her, etc. As he was coming in through the balcony door he spotted some little speck and decided to put it in his mouth (a frequent occurrence at our house). I, of course, reached out quickly to stop him and said, "No, no, buddy, we're not gonna put that in our mouth." and then picked him up with an affectionate hug and said, "Stinker!" Caitlyn, watching this chain of events, said with resignation, "Well...(sigh), my puppy is a stinker."
Thursday when Quinn got home from work we all went to the park to let the kids play. By way of background to this quote, Quinn often takes Caitlyn on Daddy-daughter dates, something she totally loves. And then the other day when I took her to the grocery store with me while Quinn stayed home with Nathan, I said to her, "This is fun being on a Mommy-daughter date with you Cait!" So after we'd all gone to the park and were driving home Caitlyn said, "This is a Daddy-daughter-Mommy date!" And then remembering she'd left a member of our party out, corrected herself and said, "A Nathan-Daddy-daughter-Mommy date!"
Love that girl.
And love that boy.
