Seriously. This little lady of mine just melts my heart every. single. day. This is a real word-for-word conversation that happened today while she was on the potty and I was throwing my hair up into the usual afternoon top knot…
Gracen: Mama do hair?
Mama: Ya, Mama’s putting her hair in a bun.
Gracen: Mama looks niiiice.
Mama: You like Mama’s hair in a bun?
Gracen: Ya (as she gives my leg a big squeeze). Grae Grae yikes (likes) Mama.
Today, while at IKEA, Gracen got to choose something special to buy with a little bit of birthday money she received in the mail. Her choice? Several items for her tickle trunk, including this lion hat and nose/mouth piece.
While wearing her new lion costume in the the checkout line…
Brad and I are constantly blown away by how quickly Grae learns things. She just soaks up information and makes connections like crazy. Just a couple of days ago, she started showing interest in singing the alphabet song. At first she’d sing random strings of letters – “A B P C B D X” to the tune of the song, and now, depending on the time, she can pretty much sing it in its entirety.
Today, while at Grey’s Park surrounded by swings, climbing apparatuses, kids, and a wading pool, she wanted nothing more than to lay on our blanket and sing her ABCs again and again. Here’s a little video I managed to catch…
First a little bit of background on our laundry “system” when it comes to Grae’s clothes… I put the clean clothes on hangers, and as I do, Gracen transfers them to her bedroom and hangs them on her crib railing. Once I’m ready to hang them in the closet, she takes them off the crib railing and hands them to me one. at. a. time. (Good practice in patience for this get-things-done Mama.)
Tonight, as we’re doing the transfer from crib to closet, a tank top falls off the hanger and onto the floor. I scoop it up, rehang it, and pop it in the closet instead of giving it back to my very serious little helper…
Gracen: Oopsie-day-so, Mama! On crib. No in closet.
Mama: Oopsies! I should have guessed that.
Gracen: (giving me an understanding nod and coaching me through my next line of action) Sorry, Grae Grae. Sorry.