Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Fight for Mommy!

Again I tried to lock Gracie and Ryker out of my room and again I failed. (I needed to organize clothes and they were definitely not helping.) I was dying laughing because of all the things Gracie said to try to get me to open the door. "I need a hug, Mommy." "I weally need a hug!" "Fight for Mommy, Wyker!" "We can do it. Twy as hard as you can!" And, alas, the door opens. Somehow, some way Gracie opened the door with a chopstick. Coleton still doesn't believe me on this one, but that's what she had in her hand.

Freakin'

I knew I was going to need to start censoring my vocabulary. Gracie is too clever and way too observant. She is imitating the use of the word freakin'. Not my proudest moment. She's also said, "Whoa, Jesus!" Thanks, Daddy. She can't understand that one because we say Jesus in her song "Jesus Loves Me." Here I am, trying to decipher right and wrong words with a 3-year-old. It's really fun. And she's now my word police.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Weck it?

Last night gracie was pushing me to my limits . . . imagine that. I told her she better, "Check it." (Of course this is a well-loved phrase from my single days living with one of my fave peeps, Diane.) And just as innocent as can be gracie looks up at me and says, "Why? Puz I weck (wreck) it?" After I died laughing I told her that she was very close to wrecking it. And then she continued on with her orneriness.

Monday, February 18, 2008

g-isms (term coined by Lex and Chad)

Okay, here's a few of Gracie's funniest lately before I forget them. While laying in bed between Coleton and I (a spot Gracie is VERY certain is HERS) she said, "Mommy, best fwends forever." I could have melted right there. Except that she followed up with a big hug and kiss and a "you stink." (I probably didn't have the best breath thanks to the earlier eaten cheesy doritos.)

Her and Ryker had a little dispute over raisins. Ryker hit Gracie and I heard Gracie screaming and holding up a hand. She stopped as I walked in. Ryker had to apologize and I asked her if she hit him. "No." Short pause. "But I was finkin' about it."