Frosting for Breakfast.

Questions and Statements from the Gallery this month:

Grace: "Mom, how come sometimes you talk super serious and sometimes you don't?"
Grace: "Aren't you so glad that we have a Daddy, because he has so much fun with his baby girls!"
Grace: "Ya sure look cute today, Mommy!"
Ruby waking me from a groggy sleep: "Mom, can we eat frosting for breakfast?"
Ruby: "Can I have a baggie full of choc-lat-ee cereal?"
Grace: "Maybe tonight Daddy can take us out and you can just stay home and reeelaaaax!"
Ruby at a stop light that's just turning green: "Mommy, goooo!"
Grace on the way to the museum: "Maybe today we can make some new friends, wouldn't that be cool?"
Grace at a gas station: "Why do we ALWAYS have to get GAS?"

I can't remember how they really talked last year, or a few years ago, each year seems to go by so fast and I struggle to write things down as they happen so I won't forget! Grace is my little friend and often needs communication and confirmation of opinion every few minutes. Her favorite phrase is, "Huh, Mom." I spend most of my day just agreeing with her, building her confidence and listening to her observations of the world. She is so outgoing, but also easily embarrassed and very aware of herself. I don't know when that started.. probably this past year. Before that she had no fear. Grace does not have a high tolerance for pain and after an accident, requires bandaids and long question and answer sessions about blood and broken skin. She has a high-pitched cry that I recognize from the moment she was born, it really does sound the same. She suffers from Jacob's OCD, but in a girl version. So instead of just needing the stuffed animals to line up in their appointed position, a slight disruption of that organized method results in a torrent of tears and a red, squishy face. Poor thing.

Ruby has started to get very angry when she can't complete a story. If Grace jumps in, Ruby starts a little three-year-old sulk that just cracks me up. Like, Ruby, that can't possibly be REAL. So then I help her finish her story so she can feel like part of the conversation. She's a daredevil and finds herself in weird pickles like teetering from a jungle gym or stuck on a high kitchen counter. Yet, she is still my girl who is deathly afraid of small, black ants. She pronounces her "r"s sharply and accurately. However, she still says "dat" and "dank you". Hilarious. She's a total nut and teases everyone. She's getting skinnier as she's growing and thinning out and the result is her feeling cold easier. When swimming, she likes to wrap up in a towel and sit perched on a lounge chair, preferably with a snack hidden in her little hands. The towel has to be mostly over her face so she can't see the bugs that may walk by the pool.

Both the girls have little crescent tan lines now around their swimsuit and I just love their little brains, hearts, and bodies. They are a lovely combination. Just today during breakfast, the girls and I were discussing what the new baby girl could possibly be like. Gracie said she might be bald like Mommy was (during which Ruby and Grace exchanged a glance and a nice little giggle between each other. They were born with hair and MOMMY. WASN'T. How embarrassing for Mommy!!), or maybe she'll like vegetables? Imagine!!! Or maybe she'll like puppies like us, or maybe she won't like bottles or binkies? We all speculated and then ate some frosting for breakfast.