July 28, 2004

Should've been a blond

A scene from Gracie's check-up today:

Doc: (to Gracie) Put your hand on your head.
Gracie: *Puts right hand on top of her head*
Doc: Clap your hands.
Gracie: *Looks perplexed, raises left hand in front of face and moves it back and forth as if clapping her hands while keeping right hand on top of head*
Doc: (to me) Didn't know she was a blond, did you?

That was probably one of those "you had to be there" moments, but it was hilarious. I wish I'd had the camera with me so I could have captured the look she had on her face while she was trying to figure out how to clap her hands without taking her hand off her head. That was the highlight of my day!

July 18, 2004

Chef Gracie

Gracie is fascinated by Food Network. She would rather watch a cooking show than a cartoon. So, after watching cooking shows all day, she helped her papa cook dinner. They made chicken and dumplings. They actually turned out pretty good, and Gracie had a ball.

Of course she had to pose for a couple of pictures, too. She's such a ham.

July 05, 2004

While I'm thinking about it

I've had about all of the being awake that I can stand for one day. My eyelids feel like they're made of lead, and I can hear my bed calling my name. But before I go to sleep, I need to post one of those "my kids say the cutest things" entires before I forget about it.

I really need to start watching what I say around my kids. Especially around Arien. She's picking up some pretty bad habits. "Damn" is becoming her favorite word. But that's not the worst of it. Last night, she really didn't want to go to bed when it was bedtime, but I put her in there anyway. As I was walking out of the room, she said, "Mama!". I said, "What?" She looked at me and said -as plain as day- "This sucks." Then she laid down.

I'm just glad Gracie is out of the repeating everything I say stage. She wouldn't say a cuss word to save her life. Not where anybody could hear her, anyway. But she does say some funny things, though. A couple of weeks ago, we were in Wal-Mart and she was acting like a little brat. She wouldn't mind, and she was embarassing the crap out of me. I finally had to spank her to get her to act right. When I did, she didn't cry, she just looked at me and said, "God, doesn't like you anymore, Mama, 'cause you're not supposed to spank kids in Wal-Mart."