Kaitlin: "Mommy, I have to apologize to you."

Mommy: "Okay, Kaitlin, let's hear it."

Kaitlin: "Mommy, what does apologize mean anyway?"

Mommy: "It means you want to tell me that you're sorry."

Kaitlin: "Nevermind, I don't want to do that."

Wake Up!

Kaitlin's been doing a great job with her letters and numbers - finally! Thank you Kylie for introducing us to the leapfrog DVDs. She's in that cool phase where she suddenly is trying to read signs everywhere and asks the significance of numbers she sees. This week we've started discussing telling time, and we explained to her that she's not allowed to wake us up until the clock ways "7". It worked great, until this week when we wake up to a startling "WAKE UP GUYS!" shriek. I sit up an look at the clock...it's 5:27. Project for this week - discuss the order of numbers.

Spring time girls

We were in Seattle for Easter, so we took the girls out a few days before to get pictures in their spring dresses. Kaitlin got the new buggy at a twins sale and has had more fun pushing her babies and carebears around ever since.

More Seattle

The Museum of flight museum. Sitting in some manner of fighter plane.

The Piroshky in Pike's market were out of this world. We also found amazing cabbage rolls, barszcz, pelmini, and all sorts of other food that we shared in common on our missions. We ate well!

The gum wall outside of Pikes market

The Emerald City

After nearly a year of interviews, tests, physical training (the list goes on and on) Michael was invited to Seattle for the final phase of interviewing with the FBI. Given the coolness of the city, and the chance to get away kidless for a long weekend, we decided to make it an "us" trip and a very much needed getaway. It was wonderful. Even though the weather was rainy and incredibly windy for most of the weekend, we had a really fun time. Couple of highlights.

My lasting impression of Seattle is this: extremely hilly (rivals San Francisco for that any day), very friendly and smiley people, even downtown, out of this world food (the seafood, Russian/Polish food, sourdough bread, and Thai food are still fresh in my mind:).

Milk that helps us breath.

I just love Kaitlin. She's cute and witty and oh so insightful...she truly doesn't miss much. I was packing up the kids for the babysitter this morning and I grabbed Allison's carton of whole milk from the fridge. For days, Kaitlin kept referring to this milk as "milk that helps us breath." I had no idea what she was talking about, and I kinda blew off her comment. So today, I finally asked her about it. She turned the carton over, and sure enough, there was a tiny logo for the Children's Hospital on the back of the jug.
We had visited Kaitlin's baby cousin Arabelle when she was at Children's with lung problems awhile ago, and Kaitlin totally remembered the sign. She also remembered how her uncle John had explained to her that baby Arabelle was having a hard time breathing.

They seriously don't miss much, do they?

Oh the things we learn

So Kaitlin was drinking juice out of her sippy cup during the sacrament on Sunday, and when the deacon offered her the water, she says..."no thank you, I already have a drink." Michael and I just about burst out laughing.