Katelyn, Katelyn, Katelyn

Within about 30 min this morning, Katelyn ate some Blistex, styled her hair (and forehead and eyebrow) with some of Shane's hair gook, poured a good portion of our humidifier water on herself, climbed in my bed with an old lip gloss and did a Braveheart-style warpaint job on herself, and dumped a full, large container of oatmeal on the family room floor so she could eat it (raw) out of a teacup.

Balloons and Prayers

Yesterday the girls got balloons from Rent-A-Center. As soon as we got home, Katelyn let hers go up to our high ceiling. She was upset and Breanna told her, "Pray to God that it will come back down. Sissy, fold your hands and say a prayer and God will get it back down!" So, by golly, I had to get it back down, didn't I? I couldn't reach it even jumping from a kitchen chair. But rather than bring in the ladder, I used a Rock Band drumstick to catch the loop in the string while reaching from the kitchen chair. So I was able to tell my girls, "See?!? God used me to answer your prayer: Yes!!"

So that was pretty awesome A) that Breanna wanted to comfort and reassure her sister, B) that she thought to tell Katelyn to pray, and C) that God did, indeed, answer her prayer with a yes.

Old People

Breanna informed me today that she cares about old people. I said that was really nice and asked her what old people she was referring to. She said, "Like Grammy, and Mrs. Keller and Mrs. Birchfield (BSF Teachers), Miss Karen and Miss Jenny (Pre-K Teachers), Great Granny and Aunt Dana." Sorry to some of you to be included in that particular category. :-)