In the meantime Catherine (and oddly the cats) have been enjoying the train set. Matthew is not a fan of sharing but as always we're working on it.
We "celebrated" by going for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Catherine's mastered the straw cup (which makes life much easier)
crazy landscaping "rocks" I mentioned earlier? Well, they are turning into tiny balls of hate that are making me crazy. I'm generally pretty laid back about Catherine exploring with her mouth. Dirt, snow, leaves, grass, most rocks etc. don't bother me but unfortunately these "rocks" are the perfect round esphogus blocking choking hazard for Catherine which means she has laser focus when it comes to trying to find all of them and shove as many in her mouth as possible. The dogs tracked them everywhere this winter and because they're spheres there's no hope of them ever settling or interlocking to a point where they aren't so easily disturbed. Anyway, the moral of the story is I hate them and hopefully they're going to go far, far away sometime soon.
Luckily Amma was there to save the day again and contain the tiny monster for a while:
And because there's nothing better than toddler's dancing. I was looking up the song from the GI Joe trailer because I thought it was pretty cool. Matthew apparently agrees:
Her new favorite time to wave bye is when she's crawled halfway up the stairs (out of my reach of course). She'll climb up, turn around on the stair (causing me a series of mini-heart attacks), wave bye and then climb up the rest of the stairs. Just thinking about it again exhausts me. If she's causing me this many grey hairs now I don't think I can handle her dating. EVER.