Naughty Gracie Strikes Again

Gracie loves to climb, and one of her favorite things to climb on are chairs. So I didn't think anything of it when she started climbing on our kitchen chair this evening. Until I heard a thump and a giggle. That can only mean trouble. . . and this is what I found:

Some of you may recognize that as the baby's bassinet. She threw Brianna's blanket out, smiled, and said "Nigh Nigh!"

"Nigh Nigh!"

Spring Cleaning

We have a toy situation. They are E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. It is simply impossible to keep this tiny apartment cleaned up with so many toys. With my Spring Break starting today, I decided to tackle this issue head-on. I got most of it all neat, labeled, and organized. . .
THEN GRACIE HAPPENED.

Before Gracie:
(Yes, she is scolding me for taking a picture. She just yelled "NO!")



After Gracie:

"What?"

"No pictures, please!"

I guess a little MORE organization is needed!

Potty Practice

Gracie has been potty training for a while now. She's been interested in the concept for a few months, and recently found some success. She loves how excited Momma, Daddy, and her grandparents get when she succeeds so now all I hear is "Potty, potty, potty!" I think the motivation is that when she's done she gets to wash her hands. And if Momma isn't quick enough, she does this:

Hide 'N' Seek

You know that eerie feeling that your kid has been too quiet for too long? I had that feeling the other day and found Gracie like this:

She had crawled under the bassinet, into the storage area!
Wow, it was hard to get her out!

Applesauce Head

Brian: "Jodi! Quick! Grab the camera! We've got a photo for our Capitol One Visa!"

Gracie seems to think this will get her into the bathtub.

She was right.

Play-D'oh!

PLAY

PLAY

PLAY

PLAY

D'OH!
I promise, I just looked away for a second.

Gracie's First Hair Cut

I've been getting a bit of grief lately about how long Gracie's hair is getting. I've been told that I should cut her bangs. Now, I have had bangs all my life, and I hate them. I don't like how I look without them, but find them to be a constant pain. Gracie, however looks quite cute without bangs, and I plan on using that to our advantage. She's a very wiggly kid, and I can't imagine trying to maintain bangs on that girl. So I have resisted the temptation to trim her locks thus far.
Today the girls and I took a trip to the Dells to visit with Josey, Bret, and Alyssa. Bri slept the whole way there, and most of the way back. Gracie, however was a little more challenging-but better than I expected. On the return trip, she got sick of being in the car with about an hour left until home. I kept her occupied by giving her three fruit snacks at a time. My thinking was that by only giving her three they'd last longer, and I wouldn't have a sticky van when we got home. That only lasted a half hour before she started screaming and wouldn't stop.
When we got home, I discovered-to my horror and amusement-that the car ride wasn't the only reason she was upset. I slid the side door open to see my daughter's beautiful red bangs wrapped around an especially soggy and sticky fruit snack. Gracie looked at me with a little frown and pulled at the fruit snack forlornly. Of course, it was raining, and Bri was screaming to be nursed too. My first thought was I guess she gets a haircut after all, but at least it'll make a funny blog with a silly before picture! By the time I got inside, I decided to try soap before scissors, and thankfully was able to get it out painlessly.

Wanted

A few months ago we were visiting Erin and Richard when Gracie found Erin's cell phone. Erin said "no biggie," so we let her play with it. Next thing we knew, Erin took the phone from her and stated that she had just called 911! The police called back and Erin verified that it was just the baby playing with the phone.

Fast forward to yesterday.

deja vu.

We were at Grandma and Grandpa's house when I ran home to change pants for the PTO meeting. When I got back to Gma and Gpa's it was full of action. People were putting the finishing touches on dinner, and the phone rang. That's when I heard Daddy say "yeah, we have an 18 month old here. She was probably playing with it." Uh Oh. Soon, a police woman stopped by, stating that she was just double checking that everything was ok. I made Gracie come out and meet her, and told Gracie "this is what happens when you dial 911. A police officer comes here and wastes her time because you were playing with the phone." I think a new location for the phone is in order.

Naughty Gracie!

Gracie has figured out how to climb her dollhouse. I was fixing dinner tonight, and when I turned around, she was laying in the attic of her dollhouse! She sure has shown that she has a stubborn streak, running back to the house every time I pulled her out. She likes to perch on the roof of the lower part on the side and wait for me to swoop in and pull her off. I toss her on the couch, making her giggle. I'm hoping our new game will at least keep her on the lower part so when she falls it won't be as far!

The pictures are of the first time she climbed up there.

The video was her second attempt, she decided to try feet first. We've used the term "feet first" with her for whenever she's getting off of anything, or down something-such as a slide. She's done really well with that, so I guess she thought it would work here too!