I guess I should stop calling Grace, Baby Girl. But I have loved calling her that and she will always be my baby. On many occasions Grace has told me that she is no longer a baby. I ask her what she is and she simply replies, Grace.
I know she's growing up when I can part her hair down the middle and give her two pigtails. Grace is just one of those kids that is entertained by the world around her. Everything and anything is exciting and fun. Which helps me to see the world in the same light.
The day after I came home from vacation Grace wanted to be potty trained. We went out and bought a fun pink potty for her and brand new underwear. I don't remember potty training being as difficult the first few days as it was with her. When any of my kids pooped in their underwear, the underwear went straight into the trash and the diapers came right back on. But not with her. She was determined. After several #1 and #2 accidents I realized I needed to give her some rewards for making it in the potty. Fruit snacks and Playdough were all she needed. She received the playdough when she popped in the potty. If she popped in her panties, I took the playdough back. It worked like a charm. So much so that when we came home from purchasing said item she sat on the pot until she pooped.
While out to lunch during this potty training time she told me she had to go. We rushed to the potty and she went. Yay!! After that she told me she had to go 3 or 4 more times. Well, you don't kid around when it comes to potty training. Every time we went in there she just wanted to sit down. She had nothing to do. One of these times she looked up at me, must have seen the frustration on my face and said," Mommy, you aren't happy." I told her I wasn't. She replied back, "You need to be happy." Well, I'd be happy if she's stop dragging me back to the bathroom for false alarms.
One more thing. When Jaren was potty training he would yell to me, Mommy come wipe my bottom. Grace just exclaims, Yay, I did it!! That's my cue to come and help. So stinking cute.
Having Grace has been a complete joy. She is full of life and loves life to the fullest. I tell people all the time. Grace has just two speeds, Lightening Fast or Fast asleep. I love my baby girl.
Nothing is more exciting then opening presents.
See how cut that pig is?
Once again, my most pathetic attempt at a cake.
I do not like making cakes. I do not like them Sam-I-Am. It's ugly.
And don't try to tell me otherwise cuz ya'll know it's bad.
Oh, and I forgot birthday candles. So I had to pull out the ones we use inside our jack-o-lanterns.
Ya, I'm a winner.
These next set of photos I can't take credit for. I'm the one holding the masterpiece. Jaren took charge of the camera and captured Grace beautifully.
Big Breath
Big Blow
Big Smile