Well, I can't find a good, childhood picture of myself to go along with this next one. But here is what my mom had to say on the previous blog
It been said... "What comes around, goes around"(or is it goes around, comes around)oh well, or how about "Paybacks are hell" and remember the one,"Just wait till you have your own children".
At three years old, Kati had the same happy smile that she still wears to this day and the extra blonde beautiful hair that she has handed down to her Henry. Anyway being the well behaved little girl that she was, I had convinced myself with her promise to just watch TV so that I could take a much-needed afternoon nap.Our bedroom was a loft that overlooked the livingroom so keeping a watchful eye on her seemed easy enough just while I closed my eyes for a moment or two. The next thing I knew as I peeked over the edge was that she was not in the livingroom anymore but I could hear rumblings coming from the kitchen. I decided to just watch and see what she's up to as she returns from what must have been countless trips. She has in her arms a container of dry oatmeal that she dumps on the carpet in the middle of the doorway. She gets down stirs this with her hands into the already dumped flour, sugar (white, brown and powdered), every spice she can open, boxes of cereal, dry macaroni, cornmeal, a bottle of cooking oil, anyway you get the picture.You would think a person would jump up at that instant but I choose to lay there and see what great things she would return with. By the way, it was peanut butter. She was so happy and proud of herself, she told me she was, "making a cake"! This is one of my favorite memories.Love you,Mom