He keeps me straight and she keeps me laughing

I've told ya'll before about Kate's bedhead issue and it seems that unfortunately for her (and for me because I'm the one that's gotta tame that mess) it hasn't gotten much better. On Sunday morning she woke up like she does every morning, with a bird's nest in the back of her head.

This picture doesn't really show the depth of the 'mat'. And even though she still had that early morning squint going on, she made sure that she put on those high heels. I mean really, they go with just about everything you know, even a diaper and pajama top.

Well, as it turned out, I had quite a mess on the top of my head, too. So as I was trying to hold the camera up above my head to snag a pic to show you all, my camera skills failed me. It really is quite awkward holding a camera above your head just so and trying to press the magic button. And if you're wondering why I didn't just retake it, the picture I actually ended up with will explain...

Instead of getting the desired picture, I ended up getting M to the Izz-A oh so helpfully breaking down the exact amount of time we had left before we needed to leave for church. Here is his, watching me try to take a picture of the back of my head, and getting...well...slightly irritated. He's telling me in his 'man of the house voice' that we had to be in the car, driving down the driveway, headed for Sunday School in exactly 27 minutes and some odd seconds. The use of his hands of course is strictly for dramatic effect and is supposed to be showing how serious he is. So as you can see, I knew I better not try to retake the picture and instead took myself upstairs with a quickness to start getting ready. When I uploaded this photo I died laughing because I couldn't wait to show him what he looks like when he puts on his Hollieifyoudon'tgetyourbuttreadyIhatetobelate face. He thought it was funny, but wasn't nearly as amused with it as I was.

Speaking of church, Kate loves it and has been learning a lot. She also loves riding in the car listening to her CD's with Bible songs on it. Her favorite song right now is "Who Did?" It's about Jonah and the Whale and goes something like this: Who Did? Who Did? Who Did? Who Did? Who did swallow Jo, Jo, Jonah?! Well, I'm telling you this little story because as you know, nothing can be normal in our family. Kate doesn't sing the words exactly right. She thinks that instead of the song saying "Who Did?" that is says "pooted." And when she gets in the car she yells, "Play pooted, pooted!" Yea, makes for an interesting conversation when she starts singing it a church.

However, she is learning some things correctly and even uses them to teach Mommy a lesson or two! The other night as I was giving her a bath and told her to stand up so that I could finish rinsing her off, she ignored me and remained seated. I kept saying, "Stand up, Kate. Stand up." And with no success on my part, she still didn't budge. So, beginning to lose my patience (who me?), I raised my voice and said with much frustration, "Kate, stand up!" And with the exact amount of force in her voice, she stood up and said, "For Jesus!!" All I could do was laugh. She surely shed a whole new light on the situation. So I answered, "Yes, stand up for Jesus. Because I know He definitely wouldn't want you to go to bed with soap in all of your crevices!"