Favourite kicks. Mine a million years old and G’s, brand new.
We, quite possibly, have the sweetest mail lady ever. She adores Gracen, and each time we visit her little ma and pa shop to send off a parcel or pick up some stamps, she spends time talking with Grae, complimenting her, and showing her her special ‘mail lady things’. Before we leave, there’s always a treat of some sort. Normally it’s a set of stickers just like these. Can you believe that each time our mail lady uses up a set of stamps, she takes the 5 little decorative stickers from the tops of the pages and places them neatly where the stamps used to be in order to make little sticker collections?! She does. And then she hands them out to little ones, just like Grae. Gracen is always tickled pink with her present and showers our mail lady with thank yous.
While I was cooking dinner and doing dishes tonight, I heard an awful lot of grunting coming from the living room. Shortly after, Gracen marched into the kitchen sporting a proud smirk, her ballerina skirt, and her fuzzy red footie pajamas on her arms only while the body and legs of the pajamas floated behind her like a cape. Apparently the shirt and leggings combo we decided on earlier in the day lacked the pizazz she was looking for…
We very rarely eat out, so when we do, it’s exciting! Especially because it’s normally sushi, which Miss G absolutely loves.
Tonight, as usual, she ate her weight in miso soup, veggie rolls, edamame beans, and tofu.
She also tried this… (Try your best to ignore my machine gun laugh. Ugh.)
Apparently she’s not a fan. I don’t blame her. Yuck.
Taking time to smell the flowers while in Marpole today.
Messy-haired and rosy-cheeked after a long nap.
Mobile phone family portrait.
Play dough queen.
Gracen, very pleased with the little treasures Grandma Charlotte and I found on our impromptu thrifting trip.
Costco shopping and G’s new ‘smile for Mama’ face.
A Superstore ritual.
Serious in Starbucks.