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.