Dec 30, 2007

Ho Ho HO!

Oy, the holidays. Let's try to catch up...


Holiday card 2007. It wasn't as difficult as it looks.


My parents' main dog, Max, loves Grace, but she was a bit rough with him this year. He's a senior, and I can't believe what he put up with from her.


The emergency backup dogs, Tootsie and Tessie, make Grace giggle. As does Gabba, with whom she would prefer to live.


There is a special place in Grace's heart for Tessie. And in doggie heaven.


The poor cat will be subjected to the stink of Grace AND Brady on his tree, as if having the dog around wasn't torture enough.


All I want for Christmas is this friggin' BOW off my head!


He might me old, but he's a good sport. I LOVE Max. Seriously.


They're ALL FOR ME, right?


When we got home, we couldn't wait to open Grace's packages from out of town family and friends, but once she'd figured out the drill at Gabba and Gampa's, she wouldn't let me near them -- because they were hers. We eventually worked it out, mostly because I'm bigger than she is. Note the empty envelope, the first thing we opened (from Aunt Terry, thanks!). She didn't even want me touching that.

Dec 14, 2007

No picture. I think you'll understand why.

Grace and I were stocking up on household products at Target the other day, and once she finished her snack trap of dried cherries and threw her sippy cup on the floor so many times I confiscated it, she became bored. So she began amusing herself by sticking her hand down her throat until she gagged. Then she'd laugh at my expression of disgust and do it again. After a while I gave up trying to stop her and pretended to ignore her. The drooling should have warned me, but I was preoccupied with laundry detergent, and sure enough, she made herself vomit. Cherries. I just stood there asking her, "Are you kidding me?"

I understand the gagging thing is fun for kids and I needn't worry about bulimia, but is there no end to the ways she will embarrass us in public? Okay, I wasn't really embarrassed, but it was totally gross.

Dec 11, 2007

Peace


Brady loves the two days a week Grace is at daycare -- I mean school -- and she gets me all to herself.

Dec 10, 2007

Is this thing on?


For days she wouldn't go near the microphone, on or off the stand. It was like waving a crucifix at a vampire the way she'd back off. Then she was watching a YouTube video of Kylie Minogue singing "Especially for You" with Kermit (for the gazillionth freakin' time), and she put two and two together, and now all she wants is to play with the "monkeyshone." Only problem is, she walks around with it singing "Yeah yeah yeah" endlessly, and I use the term singing loosely. Although she does sound better than Kylie Minogue.

Dec 8, 2007

This one goes to eleven*


Yesterday I decided to count the number of times Grace fell. This may seem a little morbid, but one has to pass the time. Anyway, I was surprised that we weren't well into the twenties. Eleven? It seemed like she wasn't even trying. Grace is my mother's middle name, and we hoped it wouldn't end up being ironic, because I, John and both my parents are really clumsy (although in the last year or so I've ended up in the ER just twice). Turns out the gene is dominant, however. She falls, bumps into things, conks her head, splits her lip and oh yeah, falls.

*Bonus points if you get the Spinal Tap reference.