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.
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