"Dr. Mom Monday"

So, our precious Catie-bugg ate fuzz yesterday... Specific Fuzz, not just "silly Cate ate some carpet fuzz! hardy har." nope. Not my baby girl.

Story goes this way:

I walk into our room after chasing Tucker down to retrieve some over-priced, ruffled baby socks from the back of his throat. After checking to make sure he hadn't stored anything else away for the winter, I put the pathetic socks into the kitchen sink to soak in bleach, scrubbed my hands, and then scrubbed them again... and then headed to my room to collect Cate and head to the store with her and her big brother.
First thing I saw when I walked into the room was this HUGE foam baseball bat up in the air. Oh, and so sweet! This enormous bat was holding my sweet cate. I wish I'd taken a picture, now! Well, my first thought was how sweet it was 'Josiah LOVES baseball', and then 'he should see his Sissy holding this bat!' I got down on the floor to coo with her about how cute it is that she loves what her Bubby loves, yadda yadda and I notice that the bat is no longer a bat, but a wounded prisoner to our crazy dog! It's missing an alarmingly large chunk from one side! I look at Cate and say, "Silly Tucker must have knawed Bubby's bat!"
Cate thinks this notion is hilarious and opens her mouth to let out her infamous belly-laughter.... Her whole mouth is FULL FULL FULL of this styrofoam! She was the guilty party in dismembering the bat!!! She looked like a little chipmunk! The best part was Cool Kid wouldn't let me get it out. She absolutely flipped out on me like I was the plague and made a break for it. Long story short I pinned her down (I know, I know, Call CPS, right?). I tried to open her mouth and she just got more angry with me and locked it shut (after biting me twice).
FINALLY, I sat her in my lap on our bed to try and laugh it out of her. First thing I tried: Opened my mouth as wide and awkward as I could and went "awwwwwwhhhhhh!!!!". Right at first she just stared at my mouth and furrowed her little baby brow.... not even a second later she opened her mouth, stuck her tiny toungue out and copied me: "awwwwwwwhhhhhh!!!!"

This story is three-fold:

1. My baby learned to say "ahhhhh" (and to mimic those who do it first)
2. Cate survived this tragic foam event.
3. I have the cutest kids in the world, bar none.