In our Hearts...

Gracie and I were making cookies today and had the following conversation, which sort of made me want to cry and giggle all at the same time. Which turns out is a very weird feeling indeed. The two sort of cancelled each other and made me feel neutral with goose bumps.

"You know the day you were born was one of the best days of my life" I said as I stirred the flour in the bowl.
"That was the day I left Heavenly Father and became a baby."
"That's right sweetheart, and you came to live with me, but we are never really far away from Heavenly Father and Jesus."
"Yeah, Jesus is in my heart. When I go to the doctor, he listens to my heart and hears Jesus."
"That's right, sweetheart, that's right."

I think I might go to the doctor more often and see if he can hear any good advice. Love that Girl.

In another tangent...when I was a senior in high school I found a stray cat. The ladies in my family fell in love with the kitty and named him Scout. Gracie did know Scout. She was one year-old when he died, so that was two years ago. So the other day, Gracie comes up and tells me she has a new cat and his name is Scout. Pretend Scout now has a bed in the corner of our house, a bowl of pretend food and his own little potty. Does she remember Scout from being one? Or is the ghost of Scout really here? I don't know. Either way, I love having Scout around, all the fun, none of the work.

I'm beginning to think Gracie might be plugged into a world I might not be able to see. In the best spiritual way, of course.

As a side note...see if you can find our "junk counter" in the picture.

I'm the Daddy

Hello! Long time no post. I've been doing a lot of housekeeping within myself. You know, a lot of work on my spirit, my creative soul and the like. As a result I haven't spent much time near my computer.

With that being said, Gracie wants a post about her today. We keep playing pretend. She's the mommy and I'm the daddy. The most lovely and hysterical part about this whole thing is that if I lower my voice an octave and sort of grunt she does everything I ask. She's all dressed and ready to go to dinosaur museum. The whole thing took five minutes. It usually takes about 45.

Gracie just said "your earrings look cute dad." I grunted a thank you.

Halloween Gore..I mean Galore....

Sean...The Riddler...Gracie...A Stylish, Mysterious Witch...Jared...A Nervous Tiger...Me...A Big O'l Party Pooper.

In A Rut

Do you ever feel like you're in a rut? I've been feeling like a little something is off. Not sure what, but something. I'm happy, I'm doing good, but I think I need to burst out of my mom mold...a little bit more. Shake things up. Hire a babysitter more often that twice a year. So, I've been thinking, a dangerous pastime...I know...(I still love Beauty and the Beast...to the freakish point where I have the entire movie memorized...not kidding...people...memorized, same goes for The Little Mermaid. Whenever these movies are on, Sean looks at me like he didn't know he married a cartoon weirdo, but nonetheless he did. Maybe he should've dated me longer...). I've been feeling a little lax in the blog department, the house cleaning department, the writing department. Which, if you know me, are all my favorite things. So, something is off. I'll give it sometime, mull things over in this great big noggin of mine and see what I come up with. Who knows it might require me to dress up in a hot pink unitard and run around the neighborhood while singing Les Mes show tunes. Oh wait...I want to break out of my rut...not get arrested. I'll keep you posted (if you want to stay posted...that is) I am interested to see what I come up with.

That being said...here is what Sean is going to be for Halloween. Only he refuses to just wear a belt. Today my big task is to find him some purple shorts...While sewing on the question mark, he's had to try on his unitard at least five times, providing me with at least five guffaws and hardy har..har..hars...Hysterical...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Oh, the anticipation!

Part of Sean's Halloween costume arrived in the mail today. I'm so excited to see him in it I can hardly stand myself. Want a hint? Check out the picture below....mwhahahahaha...Seriously, tears....leaking out of my eyes.Any guesses as to what he is going to be?

Letter from Jared

Dear mom,

I wish the world were covered in one great big pillow. That way I could roll all the way to Africa. While there, I could look for lions and possibly a zebra. As it stands now, the worlds consists of a few slabs of carpet, sharp corners and ridiculously small spots for my head to get stuck. Could you please work on this.

Love, Jared.

P.S. Please tell Gracie that my feelings get hurt when she only shares her lame toys with me.

I knew it!

So, I would like to blog about how much I loved the little bit of LDS conference that I heard, how Gracie offered to show her burn scar to a little girl that hurt her hands at the playground. So cute. Tears sprang to my eyes. Barely three...and she's showing off her scars. How Gracie had a wonderful birthday party (more pictures to come), but alas, I am tired. And the results from this quiz made me chuckle out loud. So...it's officially been confirmed.

You Are a Chicken

You are a naturally curious and inquisitive being. You are often poking your nose where it doesn't belong! Collecting nuggets of knowledge is important to you. You enjoy knowing everything you can. You are very independent and strong willed. You don't like to be bossed around, and you do as you please. You are quite determined and able to take on challenges. You will “peck away” at a problem until it's gone.

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