Oh, Grace.

 

Grace is quite entertaining. Lately I've gotten a lot of "oh, she's two? Is it horrible?" questions. And in all honestly....no, it isn't. TRUST me, she is not all smiles and hugs all the time, but the good times out weigh the bad. Yes, she has more tantrums....yes, when she is mad, she becomes a mini tornado of slapping and screaming...yes, she can slam her door like a 16 year old. BUT, she also is hilarious. She understands humor more, and she is quite the comedian. I LOVE it.

 

 

 

 

 

For example:

A few weeks ago, we were getting ready to leave for the store.  As I was getting my shoes on,  Grace goes to the door, and starts to unlock it and open it. I give her a look, and she smirks and says, "it's ok, mom...I was just teasing!" and quickly closes the door again.

 

One day, Grace and I were sitting together and I just looked at her and said, "I love you sooo much". Usually she responds and says she loves me too. Well, today, she refused to tell me she loved me. Acting shocked, I said, "Grace! You don't love me?!!" and she cocks her head to the side and consoles me, "Mama...Heavenly Father loves you". Thanks, Grace....at least I have that.

The other week we were having Family Home Evening with our good friends. We asked Grace if she was ready to watch the video (one from the Bible vidoes on lds.org) and she responded, "Ain't nobody got time for THAT!"

 



This is her 'blue steele'.



 

In Sumter visiting family, I overhear this short conversation:

Mac's (my dad) phone rings:

He exclaims, "oh, that's me!"

Grace, "No, that's not you. You not call yourself!"

When in the car, Grace sometimes will allow me to put a different cd in besides the 'Fresh Beat Band' or 'Laurie Berkner' ones, and I'll sneak in my Adele cd. But, it has a stipulation.  If "Rumor Has It" comes on, I am not allowed to sing, because if I do, I hear a very defiant little girl yell from the back seat, "NO!! No, mama! This is my favorite! You not sing...only ME!"

 

 

 

 

The other week, Grace got in trouble for not putting up her Polly Pockets when her daddy asked her to.   Stephen explained that if she did not pick them up, he would take them away, and she would not be allowed to play with them the next day. (torture for this girl) She understood, but when asked again she refused to clean up. So daddy packed the Pollys and put them in our closet. The next day, Grace was riding in her Aunt ZiZi's car, when she proceeded to tell her this:

Grace: I miss Rachel sooo much!

ZiZi: Maybe we'll see her later...she's still at school.

Grace: NO, my POLLY, Rachel. I miss her soo much...she's my favorite.

ZiZi: Ohhh...well, where is she?

Grace: Daddy take her away b/c I not clean up....Sometimes, when Jacob not clean up his polly pockets, you take them away.

ZiZi: I don't think Uncle Jacob has any Polly Pockets.

Grace: Yes he does...and when he is bad, you take them away.

(hmmm...maybe we need to talk to Jacob about his Polly Pockets...haha)

 

Walking out from choir practice:

G: Mama, HOLD me!

Me: Why? Are your legs broken?

G: No....see? They ok!

Me: Oh, good...come on, let's go.

G:  Mama, HOLD me!

Me: Grace...are your legs broken?

G: No...they just HEAVY!

(and yes...I did pick her up then. poor little tired girl!)

 

In the car:

Grace: Mama, I want to tell you a story.

Me: Ok, great!

Grace: Once upon a time, a little girl was walking and then bonked her EYE-BALLLLLLLLL!!!!!

M: Oh..that is a interesting story...can you tell me a different one?

G: Once upon a time, a little tiny baby was talking and then bonked her EYE-BALLLLL!!!

 

Don't grow up tooo fast, my little girl!