This can't end well.

No, she didn't hurt herself. But her (my) shoes fell off and she got all frustrated. I could tell she was thinking she could easily climb on the bed with the appropriate footwear.

Jam + flax seeds = A BIG MESS

I don't have a "before" picture of this disaster, and if I did I don't think I would share it, but suffice it to say that Grace went directly from the car to the bathtub today after daycare. I'm not pointing any fingers, but maybe the cool dude in the kitchen (he really is cool) and the teachers (also super cool) could coordinate when planning the day's afternoon snack and afternoon activity. I don't think there was much real estate on her clothes or body that didn't have flax seeds stuck firmly to dried jam, or just sticky jam. The horror. Above is the "after" picture.

Bed head

Seriously.

Sick. Again.

She doesn't seem to mind, and at least she's learned to blow her nose. John and I are so jacked up on Airborne, we're a little spastic.


This one, too. She won't eat anything. Not dog food, anyway. I'm sure she'd scarf down cat poo or a decomposing squirrel in a heartbeat.

Giving thanks

To the cow, potatoes, green beans and grapes that gave their lives for our little feast, thank you. Oh, and to the pumpkin and whatever is in pie crust. (Apologies to our vegetarian friends.)


Grace was thankful that her Uncle Eddie played with her all night and shared his pie with her.

Just in time for winter!

Grace's Aunt Terry gave her a pair of Levi's for Christmas, or her second birthday, or whatever, and I've been waiting forever for her to grow into them. I'm not sure why this seems like a rite of passage to me, but yippee!

Sad pooch

Okay, this is a bit of a rip-off from yesterday's Dooce.com, but Brady had a bad weekend, too. No dog park because of all the rain, rain, rain. And we keep paying so much attention to The Other One.

Flower power

After a day of taking care of the rugrat so that I could write uninterrupted, John fixed us a lovely dinner that included this work of art. I'm not sure Grace appreciated the aesthetic appeal, and she definitely didn't like the beets, but she loved the peas once we popped them out of their pods and made them go splink! splink! splink! on her plate.

Deep thoughts

Is she contemplating the inexorability of global warming? Maybe puzzling over how best to extricate ourselves from Iraq? Or asking herself for the umpteenth time, BARACK OR HILLARY?


She's probably just wondering why I put cherries instead of crackers in her snack trap. She did ask for crackers.

Reunited and it feels so good!

When Grace hasn't seen Sandi in a while, she hugs her forever with this big grin on her face. Sandi looks like she doesn't mind too much.

Nothing says "I love you" like a new pair of shoes.

These were my peace offering after the tutu incident. NOW she looks like a Portlander, no?

She's still our baby!

Grace suddenly has a renewed interest in her Moses basket. She even curls up and pretends to snore.