So Gracee has been sick for ....forever! Well, maybe just a week or so. But man, the last two days have been so rough. And the worst part is that it's 3 am and I can't go to sleep cuz I feel so yucky. I never get sick...and I do mean never. Well, almost. So when I do get sick I am a real baby. Anyway, at least it's giving me a good opportunity to catch up on everyone's blogs!
This is Reggie, Gracee's newest dog friend.
Loves for Reggie..
Gracee has several ways to communicate this affectionate relatioship she has with dogs...EVERY dog. She'll either pant with her toungue hanging out, she'll say "Mo! or Sally!" (her two favorites in the neighborhood) or she'll do the sign for dog which is to pat her leg. Russ and I are not at all pet lovers. We've both agreed though that if our kids beg us to get a dog one day, a small non-yippy one is the only way to go. So Gracee got hurt on the stairs and the only sense of recourse was some brisk afternoon air...
not sure how to react to snowball throwing..
little lady
I feel so much better.Gracee is such a little stinker! I kept noticing that the foil on the window in her room kept wearing out and her room kept getting lighter and lighter each morning...she's been sleeping in less and less. I went to go repatch it today and found THIS handful of foil delight on the floor!
Funny, because I had just gotten off the phone with a friend who wisely warned, "Careful, she's at 'that stage'!"
Russ and I just watched the scenes of Haiti and wanted to know how to help. We found this article from Time Magazine: http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1953379_1953494_1953528,00.html?iid=tsmodule
We then went to the Red Cross Twitter account: http://twitter.com/RedCross On this page it explains that you can donate $10 just by texting 90999 with the word "Haiti". It gets added to your phone bill.
Also UPS is shipping anything under 50lbs. for free to Haiti. Clothes, Shoes, etc.
What an easy way to reach out to those in desperate times. Thanks for reading.
So I know every child has their favorite strange toy...I've heard lots of stories. I've never thought thought too much about Gracee loving, cords, scarves, purse straps and remote controls, I just figured it's typical. But the other day as I was wrestling with her to get her into her carseat--impeded by a remote and an ICE CUBE TRAY--I thought, "This can't be normal!!"
Here is just one small example:
