Three-and-a-Half

I have no idea how it's possible that I am the mother of a three-and-a-half-year-old. I'll tell you, though, it is SO much fun. 

I don't think a day goes by that I don't yell at her, put her in time out, laugh at her, laugh with her, kiss her, hug her so tightly that she can't breathe, and tell her I love her at least twenty times. She is the cutest, funniest, smartest child I know. I wrote a post a few months ago about some of the silly things she says, and I figured it was time to share some more.

Here are the ones I managed to jot down. I really need to take more time to do this, so I can remember how funny she was...

Isaac suggests a breakfast place, and I roll my eyes and say "sure". He says, "Why did you roll your eyes? Grace chimes in from the back seat, "We roll our eyes, because we're people, Dad."

Isaac slamming on the breaks - "Do you want us to crash, Daddy?"

Holding my iPad, I notice that Grace is on Instagram as she says, "Mom, I put hearts on all of the pictures for you!"

Hearing me tell Isaac to go while sitting a red light waiting to make a right turn - "Mom, if it's red, you're supposed to stop. Just stop! Don't ever say that or you can never come to my house. I'm mad at you, because you told him go. If he goes, then, the green light comes. Is that what you're saying? Do you understand me? Are you sure you know what you're talking about mom? The cops will get you, mom."

"You didn't turn into a bear! Nope, you're the mommy still."

Isaac hands Grace a popsicle - "No, I want a napkin on it, so my hands don't get cold."

Watching the rain roll off the car window as we drive - "Hey! Why it's running away?"

Grace asked me "Do you want to sit at our tea party?"

I replied, "No, that's ok."

Grace says, "Say 'thank you', though."

Grace asks for a poxable.

I explain that the correct word is Popsicle.

Grace says, "I can't say that, because I'm a little girl. That's not how I go. I just say 'can I have a poxable?'".

"That would be good, mom. Actually, that would be great!"

Walking out of the bedroom - "There's a ghost in there. Oh! It's not a ghost, silly. Daddy showed me it's just a shadow haha."

After leaving our third Halloween store - "But Mommy, I just want Christmas to come, because Santa Claus loves me so much, and I don't want to have Halloween. I don't want to go there ever again. I think Santa Claus wants to stay with Gracie forever."

Trying to get Daddy to roll down her window - "Daddy, can you roll the window down, because Charley pooped in here (she didn't). Someone call the doctorrrrr. It smells like stink in here."

Hiding from me - "You don't have a kid anymore!"

Explaining what she wants for Christmas - "Make sure Santa knows that I want a real kitchen. One with really real food."

Isaac driving crazily - "What the heck is going on with this road?"

Grace - "Can we please get Slurpees today, mom?"

Me - "Not today. It's too cold outside."

Ten minutes later...

Grace - "When we get home, can we play outside with friends?"

Me - "Sure. It seems a little warmer today."

Grace - "But you just said it was too cold for Slurpees..."

"I think the sun likes me. He's always in my eyes."

We were playing outside, and Noah brought out an orange. It was time to go in, so Shelly told her that she could have one tomorrow. That night during our prayers, Grace says, "and please keep Noah's oranges safe. Thank you, Jesus."

On our way to dinner - "Ok. Let's go to the park, because I'm not even hungry."

Ten seconds later..."You're taking too longggg!"

Hanging out with Aunt Susie, out of nowhere, "Nationwide is on your side."

"Mom, come look at Charley. She has poop right in her diaper. You need to change her butt."

While reading a book, she opens the cover and begins, "I have a beautiful life..."

Grace had a small booger under her nose, so I grabbed it off. She says, "Mom, ballerinas do not do that!"

Taking Grandma and Poppa's order so she can make them dinner, Grandma said, "Wait, I changed my mind." Grace starts erasing her paper and tells Grandma, "It's no problem. No problem at all."

Singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, she thinks the last line is "you'll go down in mystery."

Isaac hid Grace's scooter that Santa brought her before she saw it. He asked her why she didn't get it and said, "Maybe you weren't good enough this year." She says, "No. I was good. Very good."

I had boxes on the floor while working on the girls' baby books. Grace stepped on one, and I said, "Grace, why would you go and step on that?" She says, "Well you shouldn't leave your things all over the floor."

I couldn't imagine a day without her in it. She keeps us going and does the silliest things just to make us laugh. I love this sweet little sassafrass more than she'll ever know. Thank you for being such an amazing little girl, Grace face.