Fanciful Mornings

It’s 7:30 am and Grace is decked out in the frilliest dress she can find in her closet. I slept two hours last night and just want to lay in bed, pass out. Grace wants to have a tea party in the driveway. At 7:30 in the morning. Can you guess what we did?

Thaaaat’s right. We frolicked and played (read: she frolicked and played, I sat and took pictures of her) and sang silly made up songs that don’t make any sense. She loved it!

My mom got Grace this dress for her birthday. Grace saw it at Target and had to have it ( I have no idea where that trait comes from). This is the first time she’s worn it for any meaningful length of time since June so I was trying to get her to pose for some pretty pictures in case she decides to never wear it again! This is what I got. . .

Look at that strane face! She looks like she’s afraid to move! She’s so silly.

During our time outside Grace asked me to brush her hair. I jumped all over this because she NEVER wants me to play with her hair. And she has hair that was meant to be played with. Soft, silky, “golden”. So I started brushing it and she started singing the song from Tangled. As I’m sitting there brushing her hair with a plastic toy hairbrush I remember that this is what it’s all about. This is why I put up with tantrums and back talk and the whole “hand on the hip” business. Moments like these make the rough times worth it.

Okay, before I get to serious, I’ll leave you with this. This is the future and it’s slightly terrifying for me as her mother. I wonder what Wes will think since he still believes he can turn her into a tomboy?

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