You are 51 months old today.
You've been quite happy to have several visitors to our house this month. First, Lucy D. spent the day with us as her little sister, Joy, was making her way into the world.
When you get mad at Daddy you say, "I don't like daddy. I wish I had two mommies like Leander."
During a grocery trip with Daddy:
Kate: Daddy, I need to learn Spanish.
Kate: Because half the people shopping here at C*stco are speaking Spanish, and I don't know what they're saying.
This next one dumbfounded me as you stopped yourself to re-phrase something so that Lucy could understand your question:
Kate to Lucy: Are you capable...
Lucy, looking at you with a confused expression...
Kate: Are you sure you can do that?
Mama, I put the doll with the broken neck that you fixed next to my snowglobe because they are both delicate.
Every time you stand at the closet, contemplating what to wear, I hear,
"No....no.....no....no...." as you sift through the clothes.
You and Lucy are both eagerly awaiting the arrival of Easter next week. We have broken out the bunny ears to try to hasten its arrival.