Kate.G.T.V.

I guess the fact that Kate wants to "decorate" her own room should be taken as a sign of her budding maturity.

I'm not bothered by a little religious paraphernalia...

...or some letters from her cousins...
...or her "All About Me" poster from kindergarten...

...or her homemade calendar counting down the days left in school.

Notice how she even made a pen holder for easy "x-ing?"I will admit that the thought of all that scotch tape on the painted walls kind of makes my blood pressure go up.

I guess that it is another sign of her growing maturity that Kate has embraced something I ABSOLUTELY DETEST.
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Kiki is her usual hilarious self. She says things like, "My legs are so damn hard. I could probably kick a dinosaur to the moon." And, "I've seen where Jesus lives. It's a castle, and it is REALLY brown." And, when Grandpa Jack was coming to babysit: "No tickling. No sunburns (Indian burns). I just want to watch a movie in Peace. And. Quiet."

Today, after Grandpa Jack had successfully discharged his babysitting duties, he helped me jump start my truck (for the fourth time this week) and followed me to Autozone for a replacement battery. He corralled Kiki while I purchased the battery, then hung out in the rain with us while the new one was installed. Back in the car, I remarked to Kiki, "Don't I have a nice dad? I think he is pretty much the nicest dad ever." She said, "Yeah...who is he?"

Also, I've been trying to explain rhyming to Kiki. "You know, Kiki, like rat, fat, cat, and mat," I said. "Yeah," she replied, "Well, what rhymes with pirate?"

My life would not be the same without these two.