Scott found Grace a tiny pair of plastic skis that strap onto her regular boots, which delighted her.
The fascination continues...
Today at nap-time, Scott opened the door to find her poised on the edge of her bed, skis on, ready to jump off the bed.
So, how soon can she get on the slopes....and how long will we actually be able to keep up with her once she IS on the slopes!
Monday, November 25, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Great-Grandpa Toliver's Literary Legacy Lives On...
The Tolivers (my side of the family) have written, treasured and loved books. Grace is no exception.
In fact, Grace has developed quite a taste for books.
Literally.
"Gracie, are you supposed to chew on your book?" Scott asks her. "No, no," she says looking up at him with her big eyes...while chewing on a book.
In fact, Grace has developed quite a taste for books.
Literally.
"Gracie, are you supposed to chew on your book?" Scott asks her. "No, no," she says looking up at him with her big eyes...while chewing on a book.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Growing Pains and Gracie Games
Grace has discovered the joys of pulling things out of boxes. Things like toys, clothing from her bins, tissues, diaper wipes...the usual for an almost 2 year-old.
Yesterday, I came home to a very chatty child "taking a nap." Her daddy decided it was time for her to lay down, walked into her room and thundered, "GRACE CONSTANCE!" Her entire room was littered (to her decorated) with diaper wipes. They were on her bed, under her bed, in the covers, on the floor, in her closet...and in her mouth.
Mommy decided to take over to let daddy's blood pressure cool a bit. And Grace finally lay down for a nap.
Fast-forward to the evening. Daddy is down sick and Grace has decided yet again that she does not need a nap. I have been into the room three times to put her back to bed. The fourth time, there is a strange clean odor wafting under the door and along with it a strange premonition into my brain. "Diaper wipes!"
Earlier that evening, Grace and I had gone to the store and picked up more diaper wipes...and now, less than 4 hours later...they are again all over the room.
This time it is Mommy's turn to say, "GRACE CONSTANCE!" We had a "come to Jesus moment" in which it was decided by Mommy that this was UNACCEPTABLE behavior, NOT to be repeated and IT WAS TIME to go to BED!
Grace then went to sleep.
Yesterday, I came home to a very chatty child "taking a nap." Her daddy decided it was time for her to lay down, walked into her room and thundered, "GRACE CONSTANCE!" Her entire room was littered (to her decorated) with diaper wipes. They were on her bed, under her bed, in the covers, on the floor, in her closet...and in her mouth.
Mommy decided to take over to let daddy's blood pressure cool a bit. And Grace finally lay down for a nap.
Fast-forward to the evening. Daddy is down sick and Grace has decided yet again that she does not need a nap. I have been into the room three times to put her back to bed. The fourth time, there is a strange clean odor wafting under the door and along with it a strange premonition into my brain. "Diaper wipes!"
Earlier that evening, Grace and I had gone to the store and picked up more diaper wipes...and now, less than 4 hours later...they are again all over the room.
This time it is Mommy's turn to say, "GRACE CONSTANCE!" We had a "come to Jesus moment" in which it was decided by Mommy that this was UNACCEPTABLE behavior, NOT to be repeated and IT WAS TIME to go to BED!
Grace then went to sleep.
"Daddy! No, no!"
Grace does not like to be dirty. She is definitely a girl. Her daddy does not understand this...essentially because he is a boy.
This past week, after mommy had showered and dressed her, he was feeding Grace breakfast and accidentally dropped a big dollop of yogurt on her fresh shirt. He cleaned it off and started to feed her again.
She stopped him, raised her finger, pointed to the spot, then turned her finger to shake it at her daddy. "Daddy! No, no!" she remonstrated.
Let the games begin.
This past week, after mommy had showered and dressed her, he was feeding Grace breakfast and accidentally dropped a big dollop of yogurt on her fresh shirt. He cleaned it off and started to feed her again.
She stopped him, raised her finger, pointed to the spot, then turned her finger to shake it at her daddy. "Daddy! No, no!" she remonstrated.
Let the games begin.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The Bundle of Energy
Grace Constance.
"So does this mean that she will be constantly gracious or that we will constantly need grace to raise her?" I wondered when Scott decided on this name for our unborn bundle of energy.
Fast forward to 20 months.
She is walking, climbing, running, chattering distinguishable words mixed with gibberish, trying to count to 3 and mimicking the alphabet.
She has graduated from crib to big girl bed because she was constantly climbing out of it.
Night before last Grace decided that she didn't need to sleep from 3 to 6 am. She got up to play with her piano, her talking bear, eat two brand-new library books and talk and sing and bang on the walls. Mommy got up to put her to bed three times and was almost late to work because she overslept. When Grace got up, she pulled all of the tissues out of the box in mommy and daddy's bedroom. Then she found her butt ointment and spread it liberally on her head, her dolly's head and drew on the wall with it. After a disgusted daddy gave her a shower and sat down to relax, she threw a book at his head because he was not paying attention to her. The rest of the day she threw dramatic tantrums.
Mommy got baby duty the rest of the night when she came home from work.
Sigh. She is only 20 months old. Now I wonder, "What will she be like at 5?"
"So does this mean that she will be constantly gracious or that we will constantly need grace to raise her?" I wondered when Scott decided on this name for our unborn bundle of energy.
Fast forward to 20 months.
She is walking, climbing, running, chattering distinguishable words mixed with gibberish, trying to count to 3 and mimicking the alphabet.
She has graduated from crib to big girl bed because she was constantly climbing out of it.
Night before last Grace decided that she didn't need to sleep from 3 to 6 am. She got up to play with her piano, her talking bear, eat two brand-new library books and talk and sing and bang on the walls. Mommy got up to put her to bed three times and was almost late to work because she overslept. When Grace got up, she pulled all of the tissues out of the box in mommy and daddy's bedroom. Then she found her butt ointment and spread it liberally on her head, her dolly's head and drew on the wall with it. After a disgusted daddy gave her a shower and sat down to relax, she threw a book at his head because he was not paying attention to her. The rest of the day she threw dramatic tantrums.
Mommy got baby duty the rest of the night when she came home from work.
Sigh. She is only 20 months old. Now I wonder, "What will she be like at 5?"
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