Normally we introduce Gracen to just one new food at a time… But tonight, we all sat down to eat together and Grae ended up getting to try a few new things all in one sitting. She was having some cottage cheese and pasta salad (organic pasta, fresh tomatoes and parsley, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and black pepper) to start with, and ended up getting some red pepper and rocket from our salads. She tried everything and really loved the rocket!

Papa almost didn’t get to see his little lady today. He left for work around 6:00 a.m. and she slept in until about 6:30. Then, when he came home for a brief time between work and graduation, Grae was in the middle of a huge nap. Luckily she woke up just a few moments before he had to go back to the school and they got to spend a couple of minutes together. :)

Today Gracen sported her new little coral and cream striped tank with aqua flowers on it. Partnered with coral shorts, jelly sandals, and a big floppy hat, it was darn cute! :) No, she does not have a lot of hair, and no, she does not have pierced ears, but this outfit looks fairly girly, right? Apparently not. I have never been offended by the “Oh, your little boy is so cute” comments, but today it happened not once, but FOUR times!!! And not just little nonchalant comments like “Your little boy is darling”. Instead, big, loud “HE’S A GIRL?! NOOOOO!!!” comments accompanied with gasps of disbelief and confused stares.

With our shipping company coming to take away all of our things on Thursday, today was filled with sorting, organizing, and packing, leaving our apartment a cluttered disaster of piles, stacks, and bins. Of course, piles, stacks, and bins don’t mesh well with a very active and crawling doodlebug, so as I headed out to tutor, Papa came up with a plan. In his words, an enclosed play area, and in other words, a baby jail. :)

Two hundred and eighty-five days old. Goodness gracious. Exactly eighty days until the much anticipated / dreaded first birthday.

I don’t know where she could be… :)

With all of the dust to be found in Kuwait, sometimes a little lady just has to let out a good sneeze!

Exhibit A: Breakfast Mess
Oatmeal splashed all over the face due to a greedy little hand attacking the spoon.

It has been freakin’ hot in Kuwait. There’s just no other way to describe it without using profanity. It’s kind of like when you’ve been roasting a turkey for 8 hours and you open the oven to have that huge wave of melt-your-eyelashes-together and take-away-your-breath heat hit you in the face. Except that this heat surrounds your entire body. All. day. long. To try and beat the heat, Grae and I went to the Hilton and waded in the cooled and covered pool for a good long while today. Of course, by the time you walk to your car, get everything loaded up, and drive the ten minutes home, you can feel the sweat dripping down your back again. Ugh. 17 days…

Could she be any happier to be rocking?

Today me and my little lady spent a quiet day at home… We had pancakes for breakfast, tidied the apartment, and crashed towers of stacking cups repetitively. This afternoon when Grae woke up from her nap in just her ruffled bum bloomer, she looked too precious to dress. :)