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Grae Tidbits


Grae has got to be one of the most entertaining kids I’ve ever met.
She is such a fun combination of cute + spice + personality + humor.
When people spend any time with her, they ask me how I even handle my life, and I tell them I have no idea.  She’s too dang much!
She is smart as a whip!
She can count to 16 without getting mixed up, sometimes she makes it to 20.  She memorizes words to songs like I’ve never seen.
She can outsmart the best of us around here.
She is still a teensy thing at 24 lbs, just a tad bigger than her baby brother.
She has taken well to the family skill of negotiation/manipulation.
The other day she was playing a little rough and I said “Okay no more, that’s not funny.” and she shrugs with “It’s a little bit funny.” :/
Her facial expressions are just the icing on the cake.  Everything she says is with so much expression.
She literally kills people everywhere we go.
A couple weeks ago we had a heart check-up for her, the doctors and nurses on the floor kept coming into say hi because they heard the cutest little girl was on the floor.  While we were waiting in a waiting room, they were doing construction out our window.  Grae was excitedly watching the men on all equipment, and especially the welders.  After a couple minutes, she had gotten the attention of nearly the whole crew from the window and they were waving to her, making sparks with their welding machines for her, etc.  Ha! I couldn’t make this stuff up.  She of course, was just eating up all the attention.  Waving, squealing, jumping up and down.  I tell you, the girl is a show-stopper.
Her heart visit went really well! Her valve has shown improvement, which means we don’t have to see them again until she’s doubled in size, so about 5 years.  We were thrilled about this!
One thing I love about being the mama of multiple kids is that the first time around, toddlerhood completely stressed me out.  The second time, I white knuckled my way through knowing it would end, the third time around I can (mostly) sit back and laugh and eat up the funny things this stage brings.
Grae has by-far been my most demanding? Button-pushing? Can’t-take-my-eye-off-her type of kid, but somehow it doesn’t ruffle my feathers as much as I would think. ha!
Grae is sure a sucker for her daddy, and my goodness, he is a sucker for her right back.
Those two are so in love.
Grae always likes to be where the excitement is happening.  She is NOT one to go off and play by herself and keep herself entertained.  She is at my side 24/7 asking for this or that, has a patience scale of about 0%, and panics if a door is between us.  She has ALWAYS been this way, and as much as it drains me by the end of the day, I sure love her for it.
I never have to worry about her getting enough attention, because she demands it. ;)
Her coloring all over everything streak has seemed to mellow, although I am nervous even typing it out that it will soon return.
She has taken such a liking to Major these past few months.  She is so funny with him, and is really such a great big sister… different than my other girls, but great in her own way.
She knows the difference between boys/girls, but her pronouns are still a little mixed up.  She is constantly telling me to “get her!” or “She’s getting me!” about Major.  I’m so bad and just keep the bit up because I think it’s too funny.  “Major is gonna fall! Get her!” she’ll tell me. :D
Most days she wont answer to anything other than “peppa pig” and I must answer to “mommy pig” and we all must call Major “george pig”. She is very strict about this arrangement. :P
I’m sure there are plenty of people in the world who think Major’s name is George, because she usually introduces him as “My little brother, George.”
So yes, the Peppa obsession is still going strong.
Because she watches so much Peppa, I’ll find her using words like “postman” for mailman and “parcel” for package. ha!
Everything is also “right now” or “for a minute”.
“I don’t want to do that right now, I want to play for a minute.” “I want to play right now, I’ll go in a minute.”  “Right now” and “in/for a minute” are her only gauges of time.”
I have yet to meet anyone as persistent and determined as my Grae Girl.  She has a gift!  Sure it can get frustrating for me now, but I know those traits will serve her in this life.
She keeps us all on our toes, keeps us all rolling with laughter, and keeps our world so very colorful.
I am thankful every single day she’s mine.  I don’t know how I got so lucky.

My sweet Gigi, you own my heart.

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Grae is TWO!

My darling baby Grae is two years old.
Two years ago, she came into our life in the sweetest chapter we had ever experienced, and has been blessing us each day since.
She turned two on Easter weekend, which ended up being just perfect for a two year old.
Easter egg hunts, arts festival, beautiful park weather.. she was in heaven!
Grae is so full of spunk these days.
She is SO full of life and color and I really can’t imagine our life without her gigantic spirit.
I tease often how naughty Grae is – and she is, don’t get me wrong – but my goodness she has enough cute and sweet in her to balance every last bit of it, if you can imagine such a thing!
Grae loves.  She loves big and she loves hard, and she is pretty selective of who she gives her love to.
Grae loves her daddy especially.
Girls! I tell you.  I have watched each one of our girls fall head-over-heels for their father.  It will go down as one of my biggest blessings in this life – such a sweet type of love to see blossom.
Grae is by far the most demanding child I have ever had.
She needs my absolute, undivided attention almost every second of every day.
Being so pregnant, I find myself needing to sit and rest a lot more often, and I rarely can get a good 2 minutes down without Grae needing me for something or other – and insisting I get it now.
Oh mercy.  She has been one of the tougher aspects of this pregnancy, and I expect wont ease up much in newborn-hood.
Each time I find worry creep up inside me for how she’ll handle life with the new baby, I am immediately put at ease knowing how much she is going to enjoy that tiny human.
Grae was made to be a big sister, I just know it.  I felt the exact same way about Harlo.
Every time she wakes up for the day, or naptime she immediately asks for “brepast”.
She MUST eat “breakfast” after every nap.
Grae is very particular, and everything must be done just so.
She loves walking me through any process.  Getting her milk for the day, always goes like this:
“mom, come here.” I come. “drink?” she walks to the fridge. “Mik?” I get the milk out, pour the milk. “Chock-it mik?” as she points to the canister of ovaltine. I scoop the ovaltine into the milk. “shake it?” I shake it and hand it over. “thank you mama”. She scurries off.
Grae always scurries.  She never walks slowly anywhere, always in a little shuffled run, scurrying from one place to the next.  I can always hear her coming by her little shuffle.
She continues to nervously say “mom” over and over, all day long.  To get my attention, it’s never just one “mom” it’s always “mom-mom, mama, mom”.
She’ll say “mom” over and over until a thought comes into her mind to tell me.
“Mom-mom, mama,” “what Grae?” “mama, mom.” “what baby?” “…….mom.” “what?” “mom, I ceyals (cereal) in a cup?” Sometimes I count how many times she says “mom” before she tells me what she needs.  Last week one time it was 17 times.
It drives Brady crazy in the car when she does it, and he’s amazed by my ability to tune it out – or for the endless of amount of patience I show for having my name called 92,404 times in an hour sitting.
Some evenings, I am left feeling frazzled and needing some serious time to myself with a quiet minute where no one says the M-word…. but mostly I just smile because this precious chapter will surely not last forever.  She needs me all the time, she wants me all the time.  Our lives are absolutely wrapped up into each other’s and I’ve heartbreakingly learned that it doesn’t stay that way forever.  I will soak in every last drop of love she can give me, and I’m so lucky to be the one that gets her love all day long.
Grae is absolutely a little chatter-box.
She is talking SO well.  Carrying on full conversations, able to ask for anything she wants or needs (which is a lot), keep up with the big girls…
She will copy anything and everything you say.  Whatever you say to her, she’ll mimic the last word of the sentence.
She is also very observant.
I got my nails done two days ago, and the first thing she noticed when I went to get her out of her crib afterwards was my nails.  “Cute noles! I like your noles.” she said as she carefully observed them.  She’s told me at least 10 times since, every time they catch her attention.  I just die every single time.
Grae has her daddy absolutely wrapped around her little finger.
All day, she’ll do the cutest, most precious things and he’ll just look at me stunned saying “oh my hell.” and I just totally know.  Your mind can’t comprehend the level of cuteness.
I always say Grae is so cute, it almost hurts to look her straight in the face.  It’s so true.  I can’t tell you what her little face does to my insides.  Squeeeeee!
She has the face of a baby cartoon lamb.
Some days, when the toddler rage is to full capacity, that cute face saves her.
When I’m defeated and sigh “Grae…..” she always says “what mom?!”
Sass.
Her big sisters are just as smitten as we are.
Grae is and will always be the most exciting thing that happened to our little family.
We are thrilled beyond measure she belongs to us – forever. 

Happiest Birthday, my precious Grae Golden.  May you always know how loved you are.

  ♥

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HARLO

Harlo being 7 years old now just blows my mind.  We are half way to 14, and 1/3 of the way to 21.  I mean…
No one could have possibly prepared me for how fast it would go by.
My dad sits on my couch and tells me the same thing, “It was like yesterday this was you and your sisters.”
Talk about heart break.
But the tender mercy God put in with His quickly passing time is making sure each and every stage comes with it’s own sense of magic and fulfillment.
I love having a 7 year old.  Just as I loved having a 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1 year old.
Harlo is becoming so mature and aware of things.
Her questions and interests are much more complex.
Her body is lengthening out with these long legs and arms that are so strong and capable and coordinated.
She can help me with things – all things.
She can get her toddler sister out of her crib with ease.  She can even get her and feed her breakfast in a pinch.
She can watch over the littler girls while they play and alert me if anything is going awry.
She can clean her room, by herself, and do a great job.
She can get herself mostly ready for school in the morning.
Of course, the majority of these things I still insist on helping her with, but she can do it herself.  She really really can.
I meet her at the bus every day after school.  We jump up and down, scream, and wave “Harlo is here! Harlo is here!” with every bit of excitement we can muster.
When Harlo is home for the day, our home feels whole again.
Last week she asked me when she’ll be able to just come off the bus and walk home by herself because “I can mom.  I really could do that! It’s not far.” and I told her “I know you can, but that it is my right as a mother to greet my child off the bus and there will be so much time to do things by yourself later.  Please let me hold onto these things a little while longer, okay?” and she sweetly nodded like she understood just what I was feeling.
Harlo loves minecraft.  This makes her really popular among little 7 year old boys.
She can also school anyone with her minecraft creations.  For fun, Brady got into minecraft to take a peek at their “world”.  He couldn’t believe all the stuff she had created.  Houses and farms and fully functioning roller coasters and sky houses… Girl has her dad’s brain, through and through.  Brady and Harlo are wired just EXACTLY alike.
She will also sit on an electronic device alllll daaaaaay looooong if I let her.  We have to keep a close eye on that.
She is definitely a little book worm.  She has recently started reading chapter books.  She has been reading some Laura Ingalls that we had around, but we got her some Junie B. Jones for Christmas and she’s been loving those (and flying through them).  Reading has opened up a whole world to this little girl.  It’s been so fun to watch.
Harlo loves school.  Loooooves school.  Hates to miss it and can’t wait to go back after breaks.
She doesn’t mind math, but writing is her favorite. (She’s got a little of me in her too, I guess!)
She is my home body girl.  Would usually always rather be at home than anywhere else.  Oh I love her.
She has such a funny, quirky little sense of humor.
She has gotten way less picky about food and is finally starting to realize it doesn’t have to be your favorite thing to just have a few bites.  Hallelujah!
Harlo is just a sweet little angel.  She really is.  She has taught me so much about gentleness, and I really needed that.
I just love her so so so much.

STELLA

Oh Stelly.
Where do I even begin?
Stella is probably the funnest kid you’ll ever meet.
She is 100% FULL OF IT.
She says more funny things in one day than I could possibly keep track of.
Stella is always willing to help.  I can ask her to do anything, and she’ll skip off to do it happily.
She is the second person Grae goes to when she needs anything, because she knows Stella will get it for her.
When it comes to cleaning their room, Harlo is really good about seeing what needs to be done and doing it.  Stella gets overwhelmed by things, but does really well with direction so I have started having Harlo tell Stella what she can do (pick up the dirty clothes off the floor, put the dress ups away..).  So far that is working and keeping Harlo from cleaning the entire room while Stella whines she’s tired or bored on the bed. Ha! (If you knew me and my sister Ali growing up, you know this is EXACTLY how we were.) I am raising us as sisters.
Stella is such a sensitive little thing.  Not a lot gets her down from her happy-go-lucky self, but recently we have found that she is quite emotional and sentimental.
I mentioned how she had cried during The Good Dinosaur which I thought was so sweet, and last week for family movie night we watched Father of the Bride (I’m trying to introduce my girls to some of my old favorites.) and during the last scene, Stella got all teary.  Oh my gosh, that precious girl!
She also can’t let anyone cry alone.  If Harlo gets hurt or in trouble, Stella is surely to to shed a tear for her as well.
On the flip side, if she does have a minute of moodiness or throws a little fit, you better believe in 2 minutes she is completely over it and back to herself.
I love this so much about Stella and try to be more like this myself every day!
Stella is currently obsessed with dolls.  And she is such a good little mama.
She changes her doll (Mayla’s) clothes every day, gets her ready for bed, feeds her, loves her, plays with her, puts her to bed at a decent hour.
I love that she’s like that, because I was just the same at her age.
I know she is going to be so excited when the new baby gets here (we all are) but Stella is going to be a great little helper/mama to this sweet baby.
She is also absolutely certain we’re having another girl.  (Harlo thinks we’re having a boy.)
But I’m absolutely certain that no matter what this baby is, Stella will love it with her whole entire heart. ♥
Stella continues to be a great little kindergartner.
She is one of the best readers and testers in her class.  We had gone back and forth a bit on if we should put Stella in this year or wait since she has a late birthday.  At our last SEP, her teacher said we had definitely made the right decision for this girl.  She said she usually always recommends waiting, but Stella was definitely ready on all levels.
Definitely good to hear!
Stella is always down to have a good time.  She loves it when we’re on the go and doing ANYTHING.
Last week Papa Guitar’s (my dad) stopped by to see if the girls wanted to go on a hike.  Harlo didn’t, she had just gotten home from school and was “too tired” so I figured Stella wouldn’t want to either.  Nope! She piped up immediately “well I do!” and ran for her shoes.  They had a great time and she was glad she went.  When she got home she said “Harlo you should have come, Papa Guitars was so hilarious!”
My dad loves taking her and says it’s just like jumping back in time with me.  I love hearing that. :)
During Stella’s blessing, Brady blessed her that she would let her little light shine always, and I must say, she does just that.

GRAE

Oh mercy, Grae has gotten so full of personality lately.
You really could just eat her right up.
She runs this prancey run everywhere she goes.  EVERYWHERE she goes.
She sings and hums all day every day.  At church during the songs, she is just singing right along – loud and proud!
She says “mom” at least 12,000 times a day.
I tease that it’s her nervous tick.  It’s never just once either to get my attention, it’s always “mom-mom, mom, mama, mom?”  (exactly like this)
She is still absolutely attached to me, but I feel like she’s getting just a LITTLE bit better.
She still gets unbelievably anxious if she can’t see me for one second.  She hates if a closed door is between us (privacy? what’s that?).
Last week I was cleaning the kitchen while she played at my feet.  I walked around my island to wipe down the side of it, and bent out of her view for maybe .5 seconds and she immediately was struck with panic “mom-mom! Are you?!” I mean, she would have absolutely seen me walk out of the room, she was RIGHT by me.
She also hates if I close my eyes for any reason.  If we’re sitting on the couch and I want to “rest my eyes” (which I always want to do because I’m 7 months pregnant) she will panic “mom-mom, mama, mom?” until I open, or she tries to pry them open herself with her little fingers.
Needless to say, mama can’t get a SECOND to herself through the day.  More days than not, by the time Brady gets home for dinner I am quite fried. (But I still miss her every night after she’s gone to bed…)
Even though she is still a stage 5 clinger, she has gotten SO so so much fun to be around all the time, so I don’t even mind.
Her little vocabulary is just exploding.  She asks “why?” about every. single. thing.
Yesterday at Target she kept dropping something so when I gave it to her I told her “no more, or you wont get it back.” and she said “Why mom? Are you kidding me?” :|
She has also started a few weeks ago saying “are you talking to me?” when you tell her not to do something.
She is a spunky thing, I tell you what!
She loves pushing the buttons on the alarm before bed, but she calls them “Tuppins”.
She loves Curious George right now and calls it Monkey Show, but pronounces it “Gumpy show”.
She loves all “gumpys” (monkeys).
I am just seriously happy she’s taken a break from watching Caillou.
Every night when I rock her to bed she makes me tell her all the people who love her, starting with Daddy and working our way down.. We say “Daddy loves you, mommy loves you, Harlo loves you…” and so on.  But she’ll tell me who she wants to hear and asks “auntie luh you?” “yes, Auntie loves you.” “Willow luh you?” “yeah, Willow loves you too.” This little nightly routine just makes my heart burst.
She still will have next to nothing to do with church nursery.  She did make it through about a half hour last week before she started crying and then just hammed it up for me and Brady in young men/young womens afterwords.
Home girl owns us.
Right when she opens her eyes in the morning, she asks for “brepast?” and when we make it to the kitchen she says “Ogurt?”
She loves bananas and crackers and cheese.  She’d live on that.
She’s in size 4 diapers now and has finally outgrown her 9 month clothing.  12-18 months fits her with plenty of room to grow.
People ask all the time how old she is when she’s walking and talking the way she is.  She looks like she’s barely a year old, and they’re shocked when I say she’ll be two soon.
Of course, if they hang out long enough, they’re not at all surprised to hear she’s almost 2 because she sure acts like a 2 year old. :D
As busy and sassy and spunky and attached she is, I wouldn’t trade this girl for the world.  I absolutely enjoy every last ounce of her.
As happy as she is to have me, I am double as happy to have her!

 

 

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HARLO

My oldest child.
Does she get enough of me?
Does she get enough appreciation for how much she helps?
How much she holds this family together in her own magical way?
How smart and capable she is?
How I think she’s the strongest person I’ve ever met in my life?
Does she get that?
Oh, Heaven help me, I hope so.  I hope hope hope so.
Harlo is so good.  So good.
Harlo is also good in a very unconventional, and under-the-table sort of way.
Harlo’s goodness is not in your face, at all.
Harlo’s goodness is in the smallest details of the day, and in the easily ignored places where love and caring thrive.
My biggest fear for Harlo’s goodness everyday is that it will be overlooked.
But not to me, my dear girl.  Never by your mother.
I see that goodness in her.  It radiates all around her.
It’s in her wise, older-than-the-world eyes.
It’s in the way she naturally loves and cares for her sisters.
It’s in the way she is able to face and overcome tough things.
It’s in the way she constantly pushes through her comfort zone.
That goodness inside of her is the kind not a lot of us get in this life.
I’m not sure I did, and I’m glad I have her to help me.
When I think of Harlo, I know she is such a special person to our Father in Heaven and that she is meant for such a great purpose.
I am so honored to be her mother, I truly am.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anything in my life than that.
Harlo’s favorite thing to eat is refried beans.  That child would eat refried beans for ever single meal – happily.
In fact, sometimes we talk about kids in other countries that don’t have very much food and all they have is some beans to eat during the day, day in and day out.
Harlo thinks that wouldn’t be half bad.  She would love to only eat one meal a day, and bonus if it was beans. (we’re working on empathy with her, lol.)
Harlo also loves cereal.  Kicks, Rice Krispies, and chex are among her favorites. (I hate buying sugary cereal in the worst way.)
Harlo likes apple juice, not orange juice.
Regular milk, not almond milk (or anything else).
She prefers ice cream over any single treat in the world.
For her school lunches she always wants crackers, cheese and pepperoni (wonder where she gets that, Grandma!) or an egg salad sandwich.
Harlo has recently started to recognize modesty.  She doesn’t like shirts or dresses with too thin of tank tops, and she doesn’t like watching Tarzan because she doesn’t think he’s dressed “repropriately”. (ha!)
This is all on her own, but I’ve found it fascinating how her desires and maturity changes over the years.  She is turning into a little lady.
Her heart still belongs to Hudson, a close friend of ours.
Last week the girls and I made a pact that they would grow up and be next door neighbors with me and I would babysit their kids while they go on double dates with their honeys.
It sounds like a fantastic plan to me!
Harlo is loving first grade.  She is such a good little reader and is a whiz at math, it seems.
Her only complaint, along with mine, is that she has too much homework.
Homework for first graders? I don’t love that.
What I do love is that first grader of mine.  She is a good one.

STELLA

Stella continues to be the happiest child on the planet.
She is happy about everything almost all of the time.
She goes to school skipping, and comes home skipping.
It is really hard to have a rough day when Stella’s little rays of sunshine are all around.
I mean it.
Since about April, the first time she saw Maleficent, she knew that’s what she wanted to be for Halloween.
I wondered if it got closer if thing would change, but nope.  Not even the new Cinderella movie could sway her.
And not just any Maleficent, YOUNG Maleficent.  So I will be busy this week preparing that costume for her… it’s not one that can be purchased on Amazon.  Dang!
Brady and I laugh sometimes that if we’ve given our kids anything, it’s their own opinion.  Which I think is good… in the long run.
But Stella, even though she has her own opinions about everything, she is still so easy and go-with-the-flow.
All the time when I ask her what she wants, she’ll say “whatever, mom.”
I try not to take advantage of her easy-nature and make sure that sometimes we’re eating her favorite thing, or doing what she wants, because she’s so willing to give up what she wants for the best of the family.
Stella is such a good example to our whole family.  Often times we find ourselves following her example.  Especially me.
Stella’s favorite food is probably mac and cheese or ramen noodles (which she really only gets to eat once a week when Miss Ellie comes to babysit) ha!
She likes orange juice over apple juice.
Isn’t a big milk drinker.
Her favorite drink is lemonade, but she still asks for water most of the time, even when she has the option for a special drink.
Her favorite is horchata from Cafe Rio, but she calls it “cinnamon milk”.
I love their little quirks and preferences.
Stella’s favorite movie is Tarzan right now.  Or Maleficent.
She also can’t wait until she gets boobs and can wear a bra.
“When again mom? Like when I’m fourteen?” she’ll ask as I’m getting out of the shower.
Stella and I were cut from the same cloth in so many ways.
Brady once said to me “Now that we have Stella, I understand you so much better.” I  knew exactly what he meant. :)
Stella is a serious snuggle bug.
If anyone in the house is sitting with a blanket being cozy, it’s only a matter of time before Stella is coming in for a snug.
Sunday naps especially.
Stella would nap every day if we let her.  Except then she doesn’t go to bed until 11pm and I turn into a crazy person.
Stella is smart.  I knew she was smart, but I really had no idea.
At her pre-kindergarten testing she read higher than any other student.
She is reading just about where Harlo is, and Harlo is a good reader!
She also likes to help with Harlo’s math homework and can usually add faster than the rest of us.  It’s crazy.
She is just a bright little thing.
She has a late birthday for school, but I’m definitely glad we made the decision to put her in this year.
She was so ready.
Funny how having a big sister just above her really pushes her to learn and do more.
Stella was star of the week in kindergarten last week.  You bet she loved every single minute of it!
Stella is our star everyday though, and we love every minute of her!

GRAE

Oh my word, Grae is so cute.
She is so cute that sometimes it makes me crazy.
I constantly ask her “Where on earth did you come from?”
I say Grae is my hardest baby, and she definitely has been the most demanding child I’ve had.
But she’s also been my biggest mama’s girl, and that’s exactly what I wanted and prayed for.
She loves me so much and hates when I’m out of her sight.
All day long she asks me “hold jew!” and if I have to set her down, she is hanging on to my dress or apron so I wont get too far.
I cook with her on my hip, I do laundry with her hugging my legs, I pee with her on my lap.
She is an attached little baby.
Grae is also 19 months old! She is exactly the same age as Harlo was when I had Stella.
I gotta say, I’m glad we have a few months until our baby gets here.  I have no idea how that will all pan out.
I feel like God sent me Grae for such a distinct purpose.  I feel that way about all my girls, but I am right in the middle of God changing me right now with mothering her and I feel that.
I needed to be loved in this life the way Grae loves me.  And I needed to learn to put someone’s needs before mine ALL THE TIME like Grae requires of me.
I have a better perspective since Grae has joined our family and I am grateful for that.
Did I mention I tried to take Grae to church nursery once?  Yeah… that didn’t work out.  We’ll try again later.. much later.
So right now I usually skip the middle hour by walking the halls or running home for this or that, and then the third hour Mr. Miller and I shuffle her around through our young men and young women where we both are.
If she’s really lucky, she goes to relief society with Grandma, or does bishopric duties with Grandpa.  Ha.  Homegirl runs that place!
Grae is very much enjoying (demanding) feeding herself these days.
It’s hard to pin point her favorite thing, because some day she loves something and the next she will have nothing to do with it.
She is a little sugar baby though.  Definitely has had more sugar than either of my other two combined by this age.  Yikes!
The other morning I came home from dropping the girls off from school and Grae was eating a sucker.  I looked at Brady and he said “You try to tell her no.”
Yep.  That’s my Grae Girl.
We’ve basically created a darling monster.
Grae looooves Elmo and she also loves Caillou.
We have a Caillou DVD in the car, and she asks for it to be turned on as soon as I put her in to buckle.  “Caillou?  Caillou?”
Every morning after breakfast, I get her her juice (because she is painfully constipated without daily juice) and then she asks, “Elmo?”
She’s basically got life figured out.
She is talking better and better each day.  Not a word she won’t say if you ask her.
She misses the girls when they’re at school and asks for “Lelly? Ha-lo?” when they’re gone.
She LOVES when the bus pulls up.  It’s her highlight of the day.
She says “thank you!” if you hand her anything.
She says “Bless you!” if anyone sneezes. (cuting everyone to death on the daily)
If I come in from even the next room over, she’ll exclaim “MOMMY!” running to me with open arms.
As much as she loves her mama, she’s equally as obsessed with Daddy, if not more.
When we’re both around she says “mommy daddy!” over and over like the happiest little child.
Grae goes to bed like a dream, which is funny considering she didn’t sleep at all for her first 12-14 months of life.
She has also been our easiest baby to travel with as far as sleep goes.  She had a trial sleep over at Grammy’s the other night for when B and I are going out of town, and she did perfect.
We really really deserved some easiness in the sleep department.  :D
Her naps have finally fizzled from two to one a day.
Every once in a while I’ll get a good nap out of her, but mostly it’s just an hour.
I’ve embraced that about her though.  At least she doesn’t fight me at bedtime.
As spicy as she can be, she really is just as sweet.
There’s not a single doubt that she wasn’t made for our family.
She has sure carved out a nice little spot for herself.  Both in our family and my heart.
We are so blessed.

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