So You Wannt Know About Cate

So You Want to Know About Cate.

Happy Birthday four months late to our little big girl! Almost 3.5 years old and some days I swear she is a teenager.  I can’t believe that we sang happy birthday to Cate for the third time already. It seems like yesterday we were driving to Prentice at 5am in 90 degree heat to bring her in to this world and here we are three and half years later we have a little girl who has no baby left in her.  Not one little bit no matter how hard I try.


In the past year Cate has grown more than I ever thought possible. She is verbal, so verbal that some days it is scary.  She finishes our sentences, remember things from weeks ago and can predict what we are going to say before we even say it.  She asks to go back to Santa’s Village at least once a week even though we have only been there once and it was in July.  She recognizes all of her letters, can write her name and will “read” stories to herself daily.  She is observant about everything and asking questions like, “Why do you smell good or why do you not have your jammies on” on nights I have to go back to work. Cate loves to sing with “Shake It Off” being her current favorite.


This past February marks the beginning of glasses. Thank goodness for Miss Patti who was in my ear enough that I finally broke down and took you to the doctor.  And those glasses for Cate have been the simplest thing we have done with her. She loves them… she wears them; she asks to put them on in the morning if we forget and Craig is her friend since he fixes them so frequently.  I was so scared that she would be teased but her daddy wasn’t worried. She is strong willed, fierce and a leader and I should have known that it wouldn’t faze her.


Cate has an intensity that is new for me. Everything she does is at 100%.  150% for that matter.  She laughs louder than anyone when her daddy chases her or picks her up upside down.  She cries harder when we tell her no to one of her many requests.  She negotiates the hell out of anything. One more minute.  One more jelly bean. The negotiating is exhausting and complicated and Glenn and I both know that someday this will work to her benefit.   Cate loves with little fear of rejection. Her kisses on my neck when I get her out of her crib are intentional and her hugs are stifling when she is willing to give them.  She is stubborn and strong willed. She makes simple things at times really really hard.  She is as much a girly girl as I still am a tomboy.  She loves to play with princesses or your make up table and anything art related will widen your smile.


In the past year, Brady has started to see her as a play mate more and she has found a way to idolize him more than before.  And Cate does anything to get her brother’s attention even if it gets her in trouble yet she always make sure we know when he plays with her toys and or isn’t “making good choices”


Cate’s obsession with Peppa the Pig is scary.  She cares for her baby dolls like they are her own and she rarely can be found far from the Play-Dough table.  Art is her new obsession- scissors, glue, markers and crayons and the mess is where you are happiest.  Cate loves to shop with me and will go anywhere I want as long as she can come.


As fierce as Cate is, she is sleepy and snuggly and sweet and funny. This little girl has a piece of her daddy and I’s heart that I didn’t know existed.

Cate Frances, I love you more than the policeman and the best and most. Stay fierce but stay little big girl.