
Now if C.C. would find a new favorite activity other than tearing apart Kate's (many!) art projects life would be smooth as silk around here! Oh yeah, and they would both need to come to an agreement that C.C. only gets cuddled, hugged, mothered, or otherwise manhandled by Kate when she (the handlee) is fully prepared and in agreement.

The girls were so excited the day we realized that C.C. can sit at the "big" table now and eat lunch with Kate. (And yes, that is a big sharp knife on the table. Mother of the year, right here!)


Kate wanted to push C.C. around our driveway on her pink car. As usual, Miss Independent did not care to be handled and wanted to do the pushing herself, grunting the whole way up the hill. Every once in a while I had to catch them both as the car rolled backwards...
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