Grace-isms

Couldn't help sharing a few of Grace's latest quotes. Toddler talk is so darn cute.

"Mama, you sit here, I sit by you."

"Daddy hold you."

"Oh no! Tree fall down. Tree hurt." (after a big thunderstorm took out lots of branches)

"Finkie, kitty cat. Hiding. 'teve's house. (referring to Frankie the cat at Uncle Steve's house)

"Muzak louderrr, Mama." (listening to tunes in the car)

"How 'bout..." (picking out a book)

"I do it."

"No no no!"

"Paydoh, paydoh." (she says this when she wants to play Play-Doh)

"Jump in! By myself!" (at the pool)

"I wan waaallk." (when she doesn't want to be carried)

"Pay." (She often reminds us to pray before we start eating)

"Peeese." (please)

"No dans you." (No thank you)

"Caw-berry." (strawberry)

"My shoes on!"

"Messy!" (whenever Cookie Monster is on TV or in a book...ha!)

"I wan color." (when she wants to color)

This one's about Eleanor

Oh my, wasn't she a cute pup? Carl and I picked out sweet little teddy Ellie shortly after we got married in 2005. Brought her home in October. She was/is the best little snuggler. She loves the outdoors, adventure, and has a strong love-hate relationship with Grace.

We always joke that we should've named her Scout. Her breeder said she was the first of the puppies to "escape" her litter box. She's escaped our backyard tons of times, digging under our fence to freedom.

My mom told me (much later) that one of the times my parents were puppy sitting when she was brand new, she escaped the backyard. They were watching TV in the living room, and my mom heard barking at the front door, and there Ellie was on the front porch!

She turned six today, which is 42 in human years. You're a good dog, Eleanor Grey Teddy Hebert!

Swimmin' & Bobbin'!

We've been spending lots of time at the pool this summer. (Thank you, Uncle Steve!) Gracie has taken awhile to really get comfortable in the water. She is careless or brave, whichever way you choose to look at it. As a former lifeguard/swim instructor/coach, I used to make fun of moms who used floaties. Until I became a mom. They have been especially helpful this year, because she just can't quite touch the shallow end bottom, and yet she wants the freedom to float around on her own. Or in her words, "Down, mama." Me: "I can't put you down, you can't swim!" Enter floaties.

In our past few trips to the pool, we've really emphasized going under. Taking turns with daddy, or with mommy, agreeing to both get our ponytails wet! I was ecstatic today when she wanted to bob on her own (with mama's hand, of course)!