And so we go: Another Post for the Grandmas.

Things to remember about Grace:

She uses the phrase “don’tcha fink” regularly. “Don’tcha fink I’m a princess right now?”
She is a remarkable snuggler.
When she’s in trouble and thinks you might raise your voice she makes a nervous and barely audible, “Shh!”
She calls her plastic high heels "slippers."
She loves Life cereal. This love has led to the following profound statements:

She helps me cook dinner just about every night.
She can buckle her own car seat.
90% of the time her shoes are on the wrong feet if her shoes are on at all.
She believes strongly that shoes are for the walk to and from the car and will promptly remove them as soon as she has reached her destination whether it be home, church, nursery, the cart, the van, the park, the play place, the library, a friend’s house, etc.
She doesn’t seem to prefer a coat either.
She will be offended if you go down to the basement without her.
She knows all the lyrics to the song she calls “Wondrin’ ” which is actually the opening song, “When Will My Life Begin?” in Tangled.
She also knows a majority of the lyrics to “Part of Your World.”
She sings dozens of songs a day and a made-up lyric is a good as the real thing.
She lives in an opera and sing-narrates her entire day.
She can turn anything into a person. For example, right now she is playing with the felt cutouts of gifts of the three kings and the gifts are introducing themselves to each other, discussing cows, exchanging pleasantries, and inviting each other to play.
She asks to be referred to as a different princess each day. Today she is Aurora.
She calls me Your Majesty.

Things to remember about Lillian:

She hugs and kisses my legs about 20 times a day.
If you are lucky, she’ll give you an open mouth kiss on the lips.
She growls herself to sleep.
All heightened emotions are expressed with shrill screams.
I thus affectionately refer to her as my Banshee Baby.
She is a climber.
She is also a faller-off of that which she climbs.
She also screams after she falls.
She has a complete fascination with Grace’s belly button and will tackle her in the bathtub to get a closer look.
She wants Paul to hold her the instant he comes in the door.
When she is sleepy, she is powerless to her Daddy’s warm hug and falls asleep almost instantly in his arms.
She loves books but is anything but gentle with them.
She is the reason the bottom three shelves of our bookcase are currently empty.
She empties the dishtowel drawer daily.
She will eat anything and everything.
She loves, loves, loves the contents of a trash can.
She initiated my third phone call to Poison Control last week when she fished blobs of raw chicken fat from the trash can and chewed on them a while.
She is the reason our trashcan lives on top of a chair these days.
She exhibited zero signs of food poisoning.
She is thoroughly annoyed when you try to help her use sign language. She seems to believe that screaming is sufficient communication.
She already has 8 teeth.
She birthed each and every one of them.
Her teething and her mother are not on good terms.
A favorite pastime is chewing on the strings of a hoodie.
She has an excellent cheezer face.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013