Incognito

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Butterfly Talk

(showing them the impromptu drawing she did of the butterfly life stages) ‘Yook, chrysalises.  Yook what I made for you.’ 

‘Hello, yittle chrysalises!  Yook, I’m a butterfly just like you’re going to be!’

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Vigid Flies

Vigid, more formally known as Vigid Milkman, is Gracen’s beloved butterfly kite she received in her Easter basket last month.  I have no idea where Vigid (pronounced vee-gid) came from, but Milkman is after Melky Cabrera, a Toronto Bluejays player Miss G and her Papa watch together.  Crazy name aside, Grae is absolutely smitten with Vigid Milkman.  She watches out our big front window, and the moment she sees the slightest rustle of the tree leaves across the street, she asks if there is enough wind for Vigid to fly.  Much to her happiness,  today was an oddly windy day (our yard is littered with trash to prove it) and the moment her Papa returned from home from work, he asked if she’d like to fly Vigid.  Did she ever!

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Little Singer

This girl can turn almost anything into a microphone.  Recently, our front porch bannister has become one.  Naturally this means at least a song or two sung on the way out of the house, and another on the way back in.

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From the Mouth of Grae

Grae’s ability to communicate, express herself, and carry on thoughtful conversations is absolutely exploding right now. Not a day goes by where I’m not flabbergasted by the amusing things she comes up with and the connections she’s able to make.  Here are a few quotes from today…

 

Mama, a mouse has a very, very small skeleton because it’s sooooo tiny, and a giraffe has a really, really GIANT skeleton because he’s soooooo big.  What has a medium skeleton?

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I love Grandma Sue because her feet are nice.  Her toes are painted and I like them.

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Fruits have seeds.  Vegetables have no seeds.  Chicken doesn’t have seeds, but it’s NOT a vegetable…  So what it is then?!

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(After I told her that I love her) I love you fooooorrrrever, Mama.  Because I’m your baby.

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From the Mouth of Grae

Mama: I see you drew some smiley faces on the window.

Gracen: Yes. They’re Mormon.

Mama: Mormon?

Gracen: Yes. Like…like…   Ladies!

Mama: Do you mean ‘women’??

Gracen: YES!!

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iPhoneography // But Not a DRAGON!!

One of the fun little things I’ve tried to keep up is having Gracen pick a new fruit or vegetable to take home and investigate during our weekly shopping trips.  Though she seriously contemplated a papaya, she ended up selecting this particular dragon fruit today.  This is the conversation that ensued while browsing the other aisles…

Gracen:  What’s dis one called again, Mama?

Mama:  It’s a dragon fuit.  We’ll cut it open when we get home and see what’s inside.

Gracen: NOT a DRAGON though, right Mama?!

Hah!  Silly little goose.

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Huncle Pet

For some reason, Gracen’s taken to calling her Uncle Brett ‘Huncle Pet’ recently and it’s quickly become one of those weird things you catch yourself saying as though it’s become the norm all of a sudden.  I have no idea how or why it came about, but they do make a pretty adorable pair, don’t they?

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Taylor Swift Hair

Gracen: (lifting up my loosely braided ponytail and turning her head sideways to inspect it)  Mama, you’re just like Taylor Swift.  Taylor Swift does her hair like this. 

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Ugh.

Parenting fail of the day…

Grae comes back from the kitchen where she was changing her clothes (she’s all about having “privacy” these days) and says, “I had some of my milk!”  We’d stopped by a coffee shop earlier and she still had some of her steamed milk left when we arrived back to the apartment, but I knew it had been put in the fridge.  What hadn’t been put into the fridge though?  My leftover skim latte that was in the exact same kind of cup.  Ugh.

At 2 and half, the girl hasn’t had sugar or fast food and eats very few things that are processed, but she’s had her first swig of coffee.  Super.