Resha Kate

I Am a Butterfly: Here Is My Jack O'Lantern

2011-10-31T19:08:00.000-07:00

This is me, as a butterfly for Halloween:

And this is my jack o'lantern:

Here I Am in My Soccer Uniform

2011-08-08T04:50:00.001-07:00

I played soccer this spring. I scored lots of goals, including some for the opposing team. Here I am in my uniform:

This Is What I Want for Breakfast

2011-01-19T04:38:00.000-08:00

They Cast Me As a Pregnant Teenager

2010-12-20T17:38:00.000-08:00

Here I am dressed as Mary for my role in the Grace UMC Pre-K Christmas pageant.

Four Years Old, 28 Years Long

2010-05-14T06:25:00.000-07:00

On May 14, 2006 at around 9:00 p.m. Mommy gave birth to me. Do you know what that means?

It means that I growed a lot while I sleeped last night and that, when I woke up this morning, I was 28 years long!

It also means that my birthday is today. But my birthday doesn't start until I get to school. So I won't be four until about 9:00 this morning.

Look, I Typed My Name

2010-02-08T06:31:00.001-08:00

And I can do it all by myself, so don't try to help me.

I'm a Butterfly

2009-11-02T17:12:00.000-08:00

Do You Like My Jack O'Lantern?

2009-10-24T19:12:00.000-07:00

It's a happy pumpkin:

I Can Write My Names in Lots of Colors

2009-10-20T20:30:00.001-07:00

I know how to write my name now. Check it out:

Above:

Resha Kate in blue
Resha Kate in red
Resha Kate (more or less) in purple
Resha Kate in green
Resha Kate in black
Resha Kate in red-violet
Resha Kate in brick red

I Love Three Hit Combo

2009-08-19T06:31:00.000-07:00

. . . and you should to.

My Favorite Shows

2009-08-03T03:41:00.001-07:00

I have four favorite TV shows:

SpongeBob

Jeopardy

The basketball game

Phineas and Ferb

Look! Meyer and I Washed Daddy's Car

2009-06-02T21:51:00.001-07:00

That's me on top the car:

I'm Three!

2009-05-15T03:43:00.001-07:00

Do You Know Why We Had Burritos Tonight?

2009-05-05T17:34:00.000-07:00

Because today is Stinky de Meyer! I'm not sure what that means, but Mommy insisted that we have burritos for dinner this evening in honor of Stinky de Meyer.

Happy Easter From the Tinley Kids

2009-04-12T19:53:00.000-07:00

I Make Malachi Laugh When He's in His High Chair

2009-03-27T05:17:00.001-07:00

I Take Care of My Baby Brother

2009-02-20T06:12:00.000-08:00

I take care of Malachi. I feed him; I hold him; I pick him up; I force his pacifier into his mouth whenever I sense that he might be feeling any discomfort. I take such good care of the Mouse that I even do all these things when Mommy and Daddy specifically tell me not to.

The Many Names of Resha Kate Tinley

2009-01-21T19:29:00.000-08:00

My name is Resha Kate Tinley. People call me "Resha Kate." Sometimes they call me "Kate" or "Kate Kate." Occasionally someone will call me "Resha," but Mommy and Daddy never planned for that to happen. Daddy calls me "Reesee," a natural phonetic variation on "Resha." (The double es in Reesee are in honor of my Mommy, who is Ashlee with two es.)

Now, both "Resha" and "Reesee" are similar to "Reese's." Thus I have been called "Resha's Pieces," "Resha's Peanut Butter Cup," and "Resha's Puffs." (Reese's Puffs® is a cereal; I often see its commercials when I'm watching SpongeBob.) More commonly these chocolate-and-peanut-butter-inspired nicknames are shortened to "Pieces," "Peanut Butter," and "Puffs," respectively. I'm fond of these names (even though Reese's brand products are made by Hershey's and likely contain cocoa that was harvested by slaves).

Here's the rundown of names you can call me:

Resha Kate

Kate

Kate Kate

Reesee

Pieces

Peanut Butter

Puffs

Listen to Me Sing Christmas Songs

2008-12-22T04:00:00.000-08:00

Listen to me singing "Away in a Manger" and "Jingle Bells":

Resha Christmas

I wasn't in the mood to record the other Christmas song I know, "You Never Rock Out." You know:

You never rock out,
You never not cry,
You never rock out,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming to town

Also: Here's Meyer doing "Away in a Manger."

In Case You Were Wondering Why I Have a Black Eye on the Family Christmas Card

2008-12-20T21:04:00.000-08:00

If you were going to receive a Christmas card from the Tinleys, one should have arrived in your mailbox this past week. (Apologies to those of you who didn't get one.) The card features the three photos that I've included in this post. You'll notice that in each picture I have a black eye. It's glaring. Obvious. Not subtle at all. (If you must, click on the images to see the full-size versions.)

Here's what happened: Days before the photo shoot, Meyer hit me in the face with the stethoscope from our Fisher Price medical kit. (I hope that Meyer at least sees the irony in his using a medical kit to inflict injury.) You should feel sorry for me—my wound has been immortalized on a Christmas card. But don't feel too sorry for me; I beat up on Malachi almost as often as Meyer beats up on me.

Mommy Smashed My Pumpkin

2008-10-30T19:26:00.000-07:00

Here's a picture of me and my pumpkin—before Mommy smashed it. Sure, Mommy was carrying Malachi and Midge (one of the kitties) and hauling the big stroller when she tripped and knocked over my pumpkin, but that's no excuse. Fortunately, Meyer stuck up for me and gave Mommy the business.

Resha Kate Tinley Sleeps Where Resha Kate Tinley Wants to Sleep

2008-10-08T13:44:00.000-07:00

Bubbles

2008-08-27T20:08:00.000-07:00

Listen to Our Song

2008-08-03T18:15:00.000-07:00

Listen to me sing with Meyer on our new song. It's called "Everybody Sing, Everybody Play Bass."

"Everybody Sing, Everybody Play Bass" (mp3)

Music: Josh Tinley
"Lyrics": Meyer and Resha Kate Tinley

Meyer Tinley: Vocals, drum
Resha Kate Tinley: Vocals
Josh Tinley: Piano, bass
(Our Yamaha keyboard is responsible for the drums)

I Feed the Kitties

2008-07-31T04:46:00.000-07:00

I have a job now. Every day before dinner, I feed the kitty cats. I've gotten so good at my job that daddy lets me do it on my own now. And now that I'm doing the job without supervision, I feel that I can take some liberties, starting with the amount of food placed in the bowls. Clearly our cats aren't getting enough to eat (look at Naomi, for example). But now that I'm in charge of food portions, things are going to change:

The Beach Is Good

2008-07-16T05:29:00.000-07:00

The beach is good. The sand is good. The ocean water is good. Playing with toys on the beach is good. Sunscreen is good.

Happy Birthday Mommy!

2008-07-05T03:57:00.000-07:00

It's Mommy's birthday. She's ~~four~~ thirty. Daddy, Guy, and I made a video for her:

Love the Baby

2008-06-02T04:29:00.000-07:00

I Turn 2 Today

2008-05-14T03:58:00.001-07:00

And now that I'm two, here are some things I don't want to see ever again:

The baby swing

The baby dishes

Milk (I drink apple juice and grape juice, nothing else.)

Also: Don't call me "Kate Kate." My name is Resha Kate Tinley. And I brush Resha Kate Tinley's teeth; I buckle Resha Kate Tinley's car seat; and I open the door for Resha Kate Tinley.

In the Backyard

2008-05-12T03:14:00.001-07:00

"Old McDonny": My Favorite Song

2008-04-24T04:29:00.000-07:00

Here are some clips of me singing my favorite song, "Old McDonny," both solo and as a duet with my brother:

I'm Grumpy

2008-03-12T20:26:00.000-07:00

I'm 22 months old. Mommy and Daddy have decided that I'm too old to get what I want when I want it. I've decided that they're wrong. So I make this face a lot:

What I Really Call Meyer

2008-03-11T03:52:00.000-07:00

I need to update you on my name for my brother. A couple months ago, I told you that I called him Meymi. That was short-lived. I may have called him that a couple times. Shortly thereafter, I discovered a much better alternative. What is it? You'll have to wait for the video (coming soon).

Daddy Really Needs to . . .

2008-03-10T20:24:00.001-07:00

. . . update the pictures of me on my website. I look like a baby.

Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Me

2008-02-28T04:05:00.000-08:00

When I woke up this morning, I looked out the big window in the kitchen and saw snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow . . . .

Expanding My Vocabulary

2008-02-11T17:14:00.000-08:00

I've picked up a few new words since I last posted:

Bob: the elwoh (see below), rectangular guy on the cartoons

bot bok: the container I take to school that holds my lunch

Dahhy: the grown up with the black-rimmed glasses who feeds the ditties (see below) and gets my belly (pictured)

ditty: any of the furry, four-legged creatures that roam our housed (pictured)

elwoh: the color of Bob and bananas

owie: a heavy jacket

I'm Back

2008-02-11T04:32:00.000-08:00

Daddy finally figured out the problem with my blog template (the problem that caused the background to be solid purple). Now that we've crossed that bridge, I'll make an effort to post more frequently.

I Suppose I Need a Name for My Brother

2008-01-26T16:20:00.001-08:00

Mommy and Daddy are a little disappointed that I still don't have a name for my brother even though I have names for three of the five Backyardigans. To that I say, "The Backyardigans have never wrestled me to the ground and yelled, 'You're yucky!' "

But Meyer is my brother, regardless of how many times he squirts me in the face with soapy water, so I should probably come up with something to call him. Here's what I've got:

Meymi

It's pronounced MIGH-mee. Think of the words my and me combined into one word.

Naturally, this will cause people problems. "Meymi" is one vowel sound away from being "Mommy" or "Mimi." And, since I'm not quite two years old, I have trouble pronouncing vowel sounds clearly. Sorry, you'll just have to rely on context clues.

Life Is Cruel

2007-11-02T04:16:00.000-07:00

Thanks to diapers, hand-me-down shoes, an aggressive older brother, and the church nursery, my life is already pretty hard. But Wednesday Mommy and Daddy decided that I had it a little too easy and that they needed to make my life even more difficult. So they made me dress like a bug for an entire day. A bug! Something that people smash, ward off with citronella candles, or kill with insecticide. What a miserable fate! In addition to the indignity of spending the day as an insect, the costume itself was oppressively hot and covered pretty much my entire body.

Meyer, by contrast, got to dress as his favorite cartoon character. The injustice stings like bug spray.

Pictures From My New House

2007-10-23T03:49:00.001-07:00

Photos by grandma

One Cookie

2007-09-22T18:51:00.000-07:00

Domino's has challenged patrons to grow an Oreo® mustache with the help of one of their Oreo® Dessert Pizzas. The dessert pizza may not be necessary. Look at what I did with just one cookie:

How Photogenic Am I?

2007-09-15T15:13:00.000-07:00

I Do Enjoy a Good Bowl of Spaghetti

2007-08-27T05:22:00.000-07:00

Click on the thumbnails below to see just how much I enjoy a good bowl of spaghetti:

Daddy Hasn't Made Any Videos of Me Lately

2007-08-11T18:31:00.001-07:00

Have you noticed that? I was becoming a minor celebrity on YouTube before daddy got lazy. I suppose that, since he has video of me crawling and walking, he thinks he's done chronicling my childhood until I reach some other milestone. What do I have to do next? Fly?

I'm Only 15-Months-Old, and I'm Already Getting Spam Comments

2007-08-11T18:25:00.000-07:00

Look at this! Who would spam a baby's website? I'll have to tighten my security.

My Age (Actual and Relative) Is My Greatest Asset

2007-07-29T17:19:00.000-07:00

I'm amazed by what I can get away with simply because I'm the baby of the family and because I am still (by some definitions) a baby. For instance, if Meyer were to dump out, say, an entire bag of Cheetos® or Tostitos®, mommy and/or daddy would blow up and Meyer would spend four or five minutes in timeout before being forced to say that he's sorry. When I empty an entire bag of snack food on the kitchen floor, by contrast, mommy and/or daddy just shrug, sigh, and get to work cleaning up—giving me the opportunity to get into other things that I shouldn't get into. Likewise, if Meyer were to purposefully squeeze GoGurt out all over himself, he'd get yelled at, sent to timeout, and coerced into apologizing. Me, I just get cleaned up and dressed in more comfortable clothes.

As a fourteen-month-old child, I'm entitled to the occasional mess. But living with a three-year-old who really should know better also helps. Until mommy and daddy have another baby (and let's hope they don't), I'll be the baby of the family. And as long as I can demonstrate that I'm substantially younger and less mentally mature than Meyer, I'm gonna get away with all kinds of stuff.

OK, I Give—I'm Gonna Walk

2007-06-27T03:46:00.000-07:00

Reading

2007-06-25T20:31:00.000-07:00

When I read, I read aloud:

I Can Walk, but I'm Not Going To

2007-06-20T23:09:00.000-07:00

As you may have heard, I recently took my first steps. For weeks, people had been pressuring me to get up on two legs, as though my transition to toddlerhood wouldn't be complete until I walked upright.

Well, now that I've satisfied everyone's demands, I'm done. I can walk; I've proven that I can walk; and I'm not walking ever again. I'm much more comfortable crawling, and since crawling gets me where I need to go much faster than walking, I feel no compulsion to stand up and take steps. Further, if I start walking too much, mommy and daddy are going to force me to wear shoes. And I'm not down with shoes. So if you're waiting for a video of me toddling on two feet, you'll be waiting for a long time.

Watch Out!

2007-06-08T10:18:00.001-07:00

I'm walking now. Stay tuned for further developments.

Learning to Walk

2007-06-04T04:00:00.000-07:00

I've decided that I should learn to walk. Up to this point, I haven't been too worried about walking, because I can get everywhere I need to go by crawling and climbing. And crawling puts me face-to-face with any food that's happened to fall on the floor. (Floor food is the source of about one-third of my daily caloric intake.) But my cousin Sophie, who is only four days older than me, has been walking for over a month. Ever since she started walking, everyone's been pressuring me to get up on two legs. I guess I'll humor them. You can watch this video to check on my progress:

Dress by Grandma

2007-05-29T05:39:00.000-07:00

Here I am wearing the new dress that Grandma made me for my birthday. You'll notice in the pictures below that I'm sitting next to one of Daddy's Quatro Lego® masterpieces. Just after these pictures were taken, I took down Daddy's building Gozilla-style.

Meyer Reads to Me

2007-05-15T02:20:00.000-07:00

A more appropriate title might be, "No One Cares That I'm Upset":

Happy Birthday to Me

2007-05-14T07:04:00.000-07:00

I turn one today. Not that anyone cares. We celebrated my birthday last Saturday, a full nine days before the actual date. And that party was only half for me! I had to share it with my cousin, Sophie, who was born four days before I was. Meyer never has to share a birthday party. Neither do mommy or daddy. You know who has share birthday parties on dates that aren't that close to their actual birthdays? The cats. Am I no more than a cat?

At least I got a cake. Of course, everyone wanted me to shove my face in the cake and rub icing all over myself like lotion, but I wasn't about to act like an uncivilized barbarian just to entertain people. Sorry I didn't give everyone something cute to watch on YouTube, but at least I have my dignity!

Testing

2007-05-09T20:02:00.000-07:00

Hi. I'm Resha Kate, and I'm getting a feel for my new website. Daddy wants to have it ready by my first birthday (it's about time!), so he's asked me to play around with Blogger and get an idea of how things work.

My birthday is less than a week away, so expect more in the next few days!