Kate is a monkey. And does not realize that she's too little to climb like her big sister. So, on Friday, she was standing on the couch next to Megan watching tv, and she tried to climb up on the arm of the couch and fell right over. I was about two feet from her and couldn't catch her in time. So she ended up falling headfirst, right onto the hardwood floor and flipping over. Nearly gave her Mommy a heart attack! She's fine (in fact, tried to do it again a couple of hours later), but she had a pretty hefty red goose-egg on the front of her forehead.
Megan is now obsessed with Diego. Like - would watch it a million times a day if we let her. And acts out the animal rescue scenarios when she's not actually watching it. "Ahhhh Rescue Pack, coming to the rescue!" is constantly playing in both Rob and my heads.
So - a couple of days ago, she was in the car and started counting her fingers. "Mommy, I count them in Spanish - Uno, Dos, tress, cuatro, cinco". I was floored. She's not pronouncing them exactly correctly, but holy crap! Go Diego Go!
