Poor Gracie woke up today with a puffy, bloodshot, swollen, droopy eye.  Dr Stephens said it doesn’t look like pink eye right now and gave her something for allergies.  But he also gave me a prescription to be filled in case it gets “goopey” like pink eye.  Mmmm, can’t wait.  Hopefully the allergy drops take care of it.  I won’t be at Mom’s tomorrow because it looks really bad and I don’t want the other moms to worry, but also if it somehow is a slow-developing pink eye, I don’t want to give it to anyone else.  You’re all welcome.  She has been given clearance to go to Mother’s Day Out on Friday. HUGE sigh of relief on Mommy’s part.  

She’s (other than the sick eye) her normal happy, silly, self.  After the roaring success with made-up songs like “The Jingle in the Bell” and “Happy Gracie to you” she has decided to add another song to her collection.  This one’s a little grosser, but it makes me laugh nonetheless.  To the tune of “Happy Birthday to you” comes this little gem.  Enjoy:

“Poopey diaper to you
Poopey diaper to you
Poopey diaper, I love you
Poopey diaper to you.”

Yeah.   We’ll have to capture it on video for you.  It’s quite fabulous live.  And if you ask her about it, she’ll just tell you “that’s how my roll.”

Oh, and yesterday in the car, she asked us, “How do you be so short?” in a teeny tiny girl squad voice.  Are two year olds even supposed to watch Teen Girl Squad?  Hahaha, she loves the one where they’re all little.  Of course.  I guess she’s Cheerleader (aka Fatty Cakes). 

But right now with the gimpy eye, she looks more like Quasimoto. See?

Poor baby.  But I guess that’s how she rolls. 

She’s amazing when it comes to words.  Her teacher says she has the vocabulary of a four year old.  She says things like, “I believe I will choose this one instead” and “oh, wow, that is amazing!” and “how wonderful!”  Except she can’t say “sofa”–it’s always “fosa” like yesterday, she used it in this sentence:  “Mommy I peed on the fosa.  On accident. I sorry.”  Yuck.  Gone are my dreams of my beautiful Chris-and-Kari-the-young-hip-married-couple-furniture.  It’s all about the pee, juice, milk, food stains and upholstery cleaner.

She and Daddy have a special star.  It’s Gracie’s star and she loves for Daddy to hold her and they gaze up at the Gracie Star aka the North Star. (Actually I’m kinda surprised she didn’t pick the sun for her star, you know, being the center of the universe and all…)  Anyway, she asked the other day if she could hold it.  When I told her it was too big and too far away she asked me if maybe God would hold it for her.  I told her that I think God is happy to hold that star for her.  Then she asked if she could hold the star in heaven.  Awww.  What a sweet little baby girl.  She’s so funny and cute.  So I told her that I’m sure God will let her hold that star in heaven.  I hope I’m right.  She’s going to be really mad at me otherwise. 

After a year and 29 days, I have decided that, a) no one is going to paint my kitchen cabinets for me, and b) Ty and the gang are not on their way to bulldoze my house for an Extreme Home Makeover.  Booo, Ty!  Boooo.

So I made a trip with Miss Prissy Pants to Home Depot for some paint.  Some of the cabinets are already painted,  and the rest were just not done–just abandoned halfway through, until now. 

I bought the house this way, blindly believing that I could just pull a Trading Spaces on the whole thing.  Within a week or so of closing, I reasoned, I’d get in there with a little elbow grease and paint those cabinets.  Not so.  There was a migraine-inducing neon pink bathroom that had to be kilz’d 4 times before I could start painting (no, seriously! observe the ugliness:)

texture and paint in a certain Princess’ room that could not be ignored, (sorry, no before shots)

and the little things like curtain rods and bathroom fixtures that took precedence.  Alas, my ‘minor’ kitchen painting is almost done. 
But we’re starting up Bible Study again over here and I’m all about the house looking nice for the kids.  Why, I don’t know.  Considering most of their rooms have piles of clothes (clean?  dirty?  dirty but I may wear it again…)  stacked up to 4 feet tall next to their empty laundry hampers, they haven’t seen their carpet or their math book in a week,  and there’s moldy pizza pockets rotting under their beds, but I digress.   I want the house as nice as possible.  This is where Gracie comes in .  Quite the painter really:

She helped me KILZ it all and then I put her down for a nap to paint.  She kept saying, “I like to kill the cabinets.  This is fun!”  LOL.  Yeah, fun. 

Alright, things got changed around a bit on here…I’m working on a way to make the pictures of my Gracie girl a little more inaccessable to the general public.  Now for those of you who know the web address, you are going to bookmark it for the latest pics of the munchkin. And if you don’t, email me or talk to me next time we see eachother and I’ll give it to you. Sorry, but I recently heard of a group of bloggers who pretend to have families/lives/children and steal other people’s pics to put up on their sites.  I know, weirdos, right?  Get your own kids, leave mine off your blog (this of course, does not include Meagan,  I will be emailing you pics from now on to put up on your xanga, LOL)  Anyways, the whole thing just kind of freaked me out, so I left a few up, but for the most part, they’re all tucked away under a private setting and won’t be made public again until I figure out how the heck to make them impossible to copy.  I don’t mind people I don’t know VISITING, but it’s weird to think someone out there could be claiming my child as their own.  I’m not losing sleep over this, but geez, can I just say, if you want a baby, figure out how to make one and stop stealing my pictures.  Freaks.

Okay, I’m done.  

***EDIT***Okay, I’ve posted new pictures in the gallery on her site.  Ocassionally there will be pics on here but the most recent and best stuff will be elsewhere.  Sorry, kids.  That’s just the way it’s got to be.  If you don’t know her site, email me or whatever, and I’ll get it to you.  I still want friends and especially our family out of state to be able to keep up with her.

This is the song she sang today ALL the way to church this morning:

The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell,
Hey hey there (translation: Hi Ho the derry-O)
The farmer in the dell.

The jingle in the bell, the jingle in the bell,
Hey hey there,
The jingle in the bell.

Other verses:
The wife takes the cheese…
The mouse takes the dog…
The dog takes the wife…
The cheese takes the cat…

She’s in her room right now bawling her eyes out because mean old mommy and daddy are making her take a nap.  She says, “my too old for a nap now, my a big girl!”