While waiting for our lunch at Earls today…
Gracen: I’m a big girl now. A big, BIG, BIIIIIIIIG girl.
Mama: Yes you are, Grae.
Gracen: I can use a tampon now?
Oh dear.
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This afternoon, while I was brushing my teeth and throwing on some lipgloss in the bathroom and Miss G was watching at the doorway, Grae announced that she was going to tell me a story. This is it, word for word (giant pauses and all).
Once upon a time…. There was a nice mum mum. She was brushing her… teeth. And Grae Grae loved her brushing her teeth. But theeeeeen… Gracen sat on her head!!!
Such a strange little doodle I spend my days with.
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While getting into the car after a particularly trying visit to the craft store…
Gracen: I’m happy! I’m a good girl.
Mama: Yes, baby. You’re a good girl.
Gracen: But Mama’s still feeling a little bit up-set though…
Mama: (nods)
Gracen: I LOVE YOUUUU!
Mama: I love you too, Grae.
Gracen: Mama still loves Grae Grae even when she’s up-set.
Yes I do, sweet girl. Always and forever.
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Gracen is wearing her footie jammies superhero style (with just the arms on and the legs flying loose behind her) and Bella is all up in her business as usual….
Gracen: (very sternly) Leave it, Bella. Grae Grae’s Batman.
While in the bathroom this morning…
Gracen: (pointing to something on the counter) Grae have one of dose, Mama?
Mama: One of which, Bubba?
Gracen: (pointing to a box of tampons) One of dose.
Mama: You want a tampon?
Gracen: Yes.
Mama: What for, sweetie?
Gracen: (very matter of factly) For my ‘gina.
Never a dull moment with this little monkey around…
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Tonight Miss G and I picked up Brad from work. On the way home, Gracen started telling Papa that we are going to visit Santa tomorrow…
Brad: What kind of present are you going to ask Santa for?
Gracen: A candy cane! (the funny part is that she does not eat candy canes yet… she simply holds them)
Brad: Do you want anything else for Christmas?
Gracen: Ya. Packing peanuts!
I guess we’ll have to see what Santa can do. ☺
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We’re riding the Canada Line, and a man wearing a baseball cap gets on…
Gracen: (loudly) Dat man wearing red hat, Mama. (now shouting) Bon chapeau, Man!
We can thank her Papa for this one…
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While doing her hair this morning:
Gracen: Papa’s a niiiice guy, Mama. Funny guy too. Papa says ‘booyah’ and ‘dude’.
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Gracen’s been really into names lately, and she’s constantly asking, “Her name is?” or “His name is?” about people and characters she doesn’t know. Here’s a little conversation that took place tonight during dinner…
Gracen, holding out a fancy book that ties shut with a ribbon…
Mama ties dis? Pleeeeease?
Dat’s manners. Peoples yike manners. Grae Grae LOVES doing manners.
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Parmesan and walnut encrusted chicken, roasted brussel sprouts, steam golden beets with feta, cheese ravioli with herbs and spices from Italy.
Tonight, just after sitting down to dinner after a busy (and tiring) day, Gracen, completely unprompted says in the softest, most genuine way…
“Good job, Mama. Dis is a nice dinner, Mama.”
She takes a bite and then says…
“It’s a YUMMY dinner.”
Thanks, sweet girl. Sometimes you know just what a mama needs.
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After telling her that I was going to go out to see my friends and Papa would be with her for dinner and bedtime…
“Dat’s a sad fing. Grae Grae want to keep Mama. Dat Mama is da best mama.”
On the day it was time to compost her beloved polka dotted pumpkin…
“Dat’s a very sad fing, Mama… Frowing da punkin in da compost. Grae Grae no like dat.”
Talking about the Apple onesie Bradley bought her in Cupertino…
“Dat one’s from Canaforna. Papa bought it dere. Grae Grae loves Canaforna. Grae Grae wants to drive to her.”
During a post-nap cuddle with Mama…
“Dis is da best Mama. Dis is Grae Grae’s mama. Grae Grae loves only dis mama.”
Goodness gracious… When she says things like this I could just eat her up.
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Gracen: (as she slowly walks towards the kitchen while giving me a adorably sly sideways smile) Grae Grae have some yogurt raisins?
Mama: (raises her eyebrows)
Gracen: (in a sing-songy voice mastered only by hearing it time and time again) It’ll cost three kisses… (she quickly jumps into my lap, takes my face in her hands, delivers three very purposeful kisses, and jumps down again)
Mama: Thanks for the kisses, Love.
Gracen: Grae Grae has yogurt raisins now. Dat’s a treat. Grae Grae has a treat, Mama has a treat. Mama has TWO treats!
This girl’s got skills…
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