Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Seriously. The Babe loves her sister. The Gractetress already has a #1 fan- but not in a creepy way.
   The Gracetress is working on an Oregon Trail project. For extra credit she made a doll (or actually accessorized a doll that Grandma made). She drew the face, made the clothes, styled the hair. Let it be known: I sewed the hair. (Dude. I can sew doll hair. Who knew?)



  "Conan The Babe-arian". Is anyone else hearing the muppet version of "In the navy"? No? Ok, just me then.



We tried giving CK rice cereal. She was faintly amused at first. Then puzzled. Then a little gaggy. At which point, the attempted feeding ended. Better luck next time.








The other night Grace needed to clarify which era I came from: "So, did you grow up in The Depression or was it during Segregation?"

I do love a light moment.

So we're all well here and I have nothing really to say. Other than The Gracetress is the best. My baby is the sweetest. And all that.