Kaitlyn is quite the well-mannered 22 month old (two more months of referring to months for her age! Woohoo!). She literally says "thank you" after you give her anything. She doesn't just say it once either, if you don't recognize her saying "thank you" she will repeat it in your face until you say the appropriate response of "you're welcome." She is also this way with "sorry", which is equally as adorable.
For a long time we've been trying to convert her from saying "uh-huh" to "yes" but we're not really getting anywhere. She is also quick to answer to any question with "NO!", for instance, "Kaitlyn, do you want more milk?"
"NO!" she says.
But what happens when mid sentence, she realizes that maybe, indeed, she does want more milk? Well in that case we get, "No-huh!" She did this tonight at dinner and Nathan and I nearly fell out of our chairs.
I remember when James hit this stage too. He'd quickly answer, "NO!" and follow with "... but yeah." So funny! He still does this.
Lately James has been requesting music at bedtime. This makes me laugh, because the entire time he was an infant, EVERY time I fed him in his room, I'd play one certain CD that I got from Beth. Joanie Bartels' Lullaby Magic. What a fabulous CD. I literally would listen to the CD about 4 to 5 times a day. So naturally this was the CD that we started playing for him. He knows all of the words, and loves the CD so much. http://www.joaniebartels.com/
Kaitlyn also has a "fun" bedtime routine now thanks to Santa. He brought her, as well as Bennett, I believe, a starry-night turtle that projects stars onto her ceiling in green or blue. We always turn it on for her at bedtime when we leave the room. As SOON as we walk into the room, she says, "No, (pause) geen!" I'm not sure where the "no" part comes from, but by the time I'm ready to leave the room, she has changed her mind about four times. "No, bu-lue! No, geen!" So I put it on green, she says, "Thank you" and as soon as I walk out and close the door, she cries and says, "NO! Bu-lue! BLUE!" and it just continues until I let her cry it out for a minute and realize that Mommy isn't coming back in to change it on her every whim.
Poor, poor children. They are so spoiled. :)
