Gracen and I were making a birthday card for Grandma Charlotte today when I noticed something strange about her outfit… She was wearing panties over top of her pants! What a silly little girl we have. Perhaps she’s trying to start a new trend?
One of Gracen’s new things is booting her babies out of their bassinet and claiming the space as her own (luckily it doesn’t really rock). Today she climbed in there with her cup of nuts, had a good 10 minutes of ‘Grae time’, and when she had polished off her entire snack, called me for some help with getting out. What a little monkey we have!
Our milk-covered, messy-haired music lover jamming out to The Black Keys‘ Howlin’ for You (a.k.a., ‘Papa’s song’). I could watch this on repeat until the end of time and never tire of it…
Everything about this video makes me giggle… From the fist pump dancing, to the painful spoon-to-mouth journey, and the not being able to continue on until that single cottage cheese curd is retrieved from her lap. Morning comedy at its finest, I tell ya…
Today Gracen came out of her bedroom with her bathing suit around her neck saying, “Pool! Pool!” Perhaps she wants to go swimming?
Anyone who knows me well knows that dirty dishes are the bain of my existence. Give me a filthy toilet to clean, a closet to organize, or windows to wash, and I’ll do so happily if it means that I don’t have to wash dishes. I despise them. Yet, unlucky for me, we seem to have more dirty dishes than ever lately. And because we’re sans dishwasher in our little Vancouver rental house, I normally spend a couple of hours a day doing my dreaded chore. Partner that with a very busy toddler who loves to interact, sleeps lightly, and shares a wall with the kitchen, and saying that getting the dishes done daily is very difficult, is an understatement. So today, I decided to try something new… Having Gracen wash dishes with me! We filled up two sinks of sudsy water, pulled a chair over, filled her sink with plastic containers, and got at it.
Now let me tell you, accomplishing the task at hand was probably about 18 times harder than normal with a splash splashin’ munchkin by my side. Not only did I have to wash dishes at warp speed while strategically stacking them in a careful dish mountain, but I also had to keep Grae from drinking the soap water, yanking the clean dishes from the drying rack back into the water, and grabbing at dangerous kitchen utensils. Good grief. By the time we were done, our kitchen was nearly flooded, we were both soaked head to toe, Gracen had a heap of bubbles atop her head, and I had three new grey hairs atop mine. But you know what? They got done. There was no whining or pant pulling. And Miss G had a blast. And when it comes down to it, that’s all that really matters.
We had a wonderfully lazy morning today. We meant to get out of the house, but it simply didn’t happen. Instead, this did:
Today Bradley took the vehicle to work, which left my little adventurer and I car-less for the first time ever. Of course there were a couple of walks in between bouts of rain, the usual stories, and some favourite games, but not having wheels definitely sparked some silliness… Just check these out:
In the backyard caw-ing at crows.
Buckling Quatchi for safety.
Attempting to walk in Mama’s shoes.
Bottoms up while smelling the flowers.
Hanging out in the dryer.
Hahaha! Hopefully it’s business as usual tomorrow.
I don’t know how on earth this came about, but a little while back Gracen started making the most hilarious scrunched up face whenever I’d say “Grae, can you show Mama your smile?” while taking her photo… Let’s hope it’s a quick stage.
This morning I asked Gracen if she’d stand by the tree and let me take her picture… She immediately marched over, put her hands in her pockets, and made this face. Goodness gracious! Is this her new go-to pose?! Please say it isn’t so.
Grae found this scrap piece of paper on the table this morning and immediately swiped it. She got the stickers our mail lady had given her yesterday, plopped her nearly-naked self down on the floor, and got to work.
(Don’t ask about the outfit… Panties, socks, and a hat seem to be the only necessary clothing items nowadays. This look is also often paired with just one purple sneaker or pink gumboot. And don’t you dare offer to help her put on the other one. She certainly doesn’t want that.)
Peeling and sticking stickers is serious business and this was the first time Grae was really able to do it all by herself.
The second her last sticker hit the paper, she jumped up, ran to her room paper in hand, and held it up to the wall above her pillows. I asked if she wanted me to stick it up in that spot and she nodded her head with utmost certainty. I have a feeling that framing Monday’s finger paint project has given her the idea that all artwork immediately gets plastered to her walls.
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…
A special Saturday brunch.. French crepes with berries and fresh whipped cream.
Attempting to sneak a sip of Uncle Brett’s coffee.
Stealing his last bite instead.
Headed out for playtime with Papa.
Bedtime for baby.
Gracen LOVES rocks. It’s a new obsession of hers. Everywhere we go, she stops to carefully select new rocks to add to her collection. We take them in the house, wash them with warm soapy water, and add them to her yellow bowl that sits on our counter. Crazy, I know. Well imagine today when we pulled up to our usual scrapbook supply store and found this instead of a sidewalk. Miss G was in rock heaven. She sat there for several minutes, and inspected rock after rock in order to fulfill Mama’s ‘just one’ rule. It took some time, but she finally picked out the perfect one and we carried on our way. Silly little doodle.
Messy hair. Apple t-shirt. Checkered Vans… Just like Papa.