Catch the Kitty

This picture has very little to do with the rest of this post, but I had to include it because of the incredible shot of Leah’s widow’s peak. I think she looks like the Fonz....or that kid from The Munsters. Please ignore the horribleness of the picture of the other person. =)

Sunday afternoon, the temperatures were divine and Leah had an abundance of energy (when doesn’t she?), so we spent some time outside when we got home from church. It had rained for about two days prior, so everything was w.e.t; I had the fun job of keeping her off the grass since it would soak right through her clothes if she fell.

What follows is how she spent a good portion of her time in the great outdoors:

“Where’s Kitter?”

“Hmm…..I know I saw her come up here…. Where’d she go?”

“AH! There she is! Oh, Kit-ter……”

“Catch the kitty…..catch the kitty…..must catch the kitty……”

“Catch the kitty……..gotta catch the kitty…….gonna catch the kitty…….”

She never did catch the kitty. The kitty made sure of that. (She also didn’t say any of the above narrative. She said her “kitty” noise, which kind of resembles the actual word and occurs when she sees the kitty….but the rest of the captioning was based on Mommy’s observations. I’m just assuming that’s what was going through her mind. Pretty good guess, I’d say.)