Through an odd confluence of events that could really only happen at the Spada House....there is SUGAR in my iron.
Really? Really?!? Seriously?!? Oy.
Grace. It's a name for a girl. It's also a thought that changed the world.
While watching me take the sheets off the bed to wash them:
Grace: Help. (As in, I want to help you.)
Me: (handing her the pillow cases) Put these in the washing machine. We need to wash them.
Moments later, I find:
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(That's my pillowcase on the bath room floor.)
Hmm....I suppose that is the place most associated with washing things in her mind. Well played, kid.
After its absence all last week, we welcomed the sun back by taking to the backyard on Monday. (You know, for like, a day, until it rained again.)
Here, I'll teach Stitch to do...um, something...with the ball!
For as obnoxious as he is, he's still darn cute.
Look! My kid's so talented! She can balance a ball on her head! (Ok, not really. She was throwing it in the air, and I happened to catch this awesome moment.)
A few days before Christmas, Grace's beloved Gymboree hosted a Christmas party. Santa even made a visit! Here's how it all went down:
Grace's favorite: the tunnel.
Not sure about this guy...I'll keep a safe distance with Daddy in between us...
This is Grace's only pic with Santa this year. I knew she'd scream. I clicked the shutter anyway.
Ah, away from the scary old guy, and back to the slide. Much better.
BEST part of the party. Cookies!
Merry Christmas! Thanks, Gymboree!