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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Babe.
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: Mama’s name is Jennifer?
Mama: Yes, it is. What is Papa’s name?
Gracen: Babe. (pause) Papa’s name is Babe.
Love her.
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On Manners
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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A Compliment
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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Gracen Says
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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3 Kisses
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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Quotes of the Day
This morning, Miss G and I started our day cuddling and reading books in our master bed as we always do. Brad was already at work and I went to the washroom for a minute and returned to find Gracen typing away in the email app on my phone. I gave her a little ‘what are you up to?’ look, and she immediately responded with…
“Grae Grae missin’ Papa. Grae Grae send ‘im (him) one of deez (these).”
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Later on in the morning, while on a quick trip to the mall, we stopped at the washroom. I asked her if she needed to go pee and she said…
No, thank you. Gracen just perfect. No pee.
(“Just perfect?! Where does she get this stuff?”)
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After discovering that my debit card was not in my wallet as we went to pay for something, we headed home {a tad bit annoyed}. I must have been a little quiet in the car because Miss G piped up from the back with…
“Mama’s debit card at home. Mama upset ’bout dat.”
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3 Little Words
Tonight, for the first time ever without being prompted or having me say it first, Gracen said three little words that instantly melted my heart into a pile of mush.
We were {very slowly} making our way home from Seattle, Papa and Uncle Brett in the front of the vehicle, and she and I in the back, when she took my face in her hands, looked me square in the eyes, and said…
“Grae luuuuhhves Mama.”
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Grae’s Thankful For List 2012
The other day, after reading a couple of books about Thanksgiving, I asked Gracen what she was thankful for. I explained that when we are thankful for something, we really love it and are happy to have it. With that, she immediately started her list…
“Stickers, puppets, and Mama! Chicken… Play dough… Papa! Yummy food. Books, balls, and parks. And schools. And swim classes!”
Love her.
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BIIIIIIG GIRL
This exact conversation has happened non-stop for the last few days…
Gracen: Peepee poopoo!
Mama: Do you have to go potty, Grae?
Gracen: Yes. (heading to the bathroom) Grae Grae do it. Grae Grae BIIIG GIRL.
Mama: Okay, love.
Gracen: (stopping halfway to the washroom) No Mama coming. Byyyyyyyyyyyyye, Mama. Grae Grae go peepee poopoo.
Mama: Okay, Bubba. Off you go.
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An Independent One
This phrase has been on repeat recently. It’s said when it’s time to get dressed, time to turn out the lights, time to go to the potty, and time to put on shoes. The thing is… She’s exactly like me when I was little. Independent. Determined. And more than willing to spend the four minutes it takes to wrangle her socks and zip-up boots onto her feet if it means she gets to do it on her own.
“Grae Grae do it… Grae Grae BIG GIRL!”
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From the Mouth of Grae
While eating her snack at Thursday’s Strong Start class…
Gracen: (while gently patting my shoulder) Sanks (thanks), Mama taking Grae Grae school.
Just after getting into the car the other morning…
Gracen: Grae Grae in seat, Mama drive. Mama seatbelt too.
Mama: Yes, Grae. Everyone has to wear seatbelts.
Gracen: Safety first! Wear seat belts! Car open doors, Grae Grae no fall out!
While biking up a long hill Friday afternoon…
Gracen: No Mama (*insert loud panting noises here*). No tired, Mama! Bike faster!
On the drive to the pool this weekend…
Gracen: Mama and Grae wearing baving (bathing) suits. Papa wear baving suit?
Mama: Well, not really. Papa wears swim shorts.
Gracen: Mama and Grae Grae girls.
Mama: Yes, we are.
Gracen: Papa boy. Papa’s different.
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My Very Own Cheerleader
This afternoon, Miss G and I headed out into the garage to collect a few things for Bradley’s new classroom. As I was wrestling my way through cobwebs, mice turd (yes – we have mice in our garage… ugh), and 40 pound boxes, I noticed Grae shouting something while stomping her gum booted foot and clapping her little hands. I stopped moving for a minute to hear, “Good. job. Mama!! Good job!” This continued until the job was done.
I’m so very lucky to have my own cheerleader.
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Mail Days
Gracen’s obsession with our “mail store” continues… She knows when we’re about to drive by it and will always point it out, ask if we can go in, or announce that she has her “eyes peeled (for) mail trucks”. This afternoon when we drove by, she asked if we could visit the “mail lady”. I explained that it was closed because it was Sunday and that we would visit once it opened on Tuesday. This is what she had to say afterwards…
Gracen: Mail store closed Sundays.
Mama: Mmmhmm.
Gracen: Mail store open school days?
Ummmm… What the what?! I’m fairly certain we’ve never talked about weekends vs. school days or about the days of the week at all for that matter. How in the world does our just-turned-two-year old know about ‘school days’?!
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Compliments
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.
Mama: Aw, that’s sweet, Grae. I like you too.
Gracen: Mama’s so cute.
Could she get any sweeter?
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