Super seven...

Last week our oldest baby turned seven years old. Couple this information with the awakening knowledge that our youngest baby is currently more than capable of giving Curious George a run for his money, and I realize how easy life was with baby Kate...

Roughly five years ago we had some friends over for dinner on a warm, summer night...so it must have been five and half years ago because ain't nothin' warm about right now. So, this couple has three boys and while giving them a tour of the house with one year old Kate dutifully following behind, my friend says, "You have a potted plant on the floor!" Me- "Yes." Friend with three energetic boys- "Doesn't Kate dig in the dirt...toss it all over your house?" Me with my one sweet and obedient daughter- "No. She has never even attempted to touch it."

...and this pretty much sums up Kate.

Kate is a rule follower. A rule follower who wants to know every rule. Rules such as: How old must you be to try out for American Idol? What is a touch back? Why do you not pronounce the 'k' in knock? What is the longest book ever written? And so on. While exhausting at times, I find my little rule follower to be brilliant. She is book smart and generally street smart. She loves people and prefers people to objects...unless that object is a cell phone, iPad or laptop. I mentioned she asks lots of questions but many times those questions are thoughtful ones like, "How was your day?" "How was your meeting?" And her memory...boy oh boy does that girl have a memory on her. She remembers teeny tiny details about things from years ago. I once asked her if she remembers me yelling at her and she unfortunately answered in the affirmative. I then asked her if she remembers ever doing anything naughty and thankfully those moments are also etched in her beautiful mind.

Kate is unbelievably tall at 4'7" as measured on her seventh birthday. She is kind and beautiful and I am so happy to call her mine. Happy birthday to our dear, sweet, intelligent Kate the Great! May you swim like you mama, play ball like your dad and have the combined wits of us both.




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