My parents newest dog Coco is quite nervy around new people and has been especially skitsy around Grace. If she enters the room he tends to exit, find a hiding spot or stick close to my dad.
Every morning when Grace walks into my parents’ room Coco barks at her, which doesn’t seem to bother Grace at all. This morning he barked at her and she walked up to him and gave him a pat. That seemed to be a breakthrough…
Grace watching some Dora with Coco
Gogo didn't just teach Grace to do her makeup, she has also been teaching her how to play Angry Birds. Grace loves shooting the birds off – mostly backwards and directly into the ground – while laughing away. Although she does reckon that it is, "Birdies, angry pigs."
Gogo has been teaching Grace, but Grace has also taught her some new birdie tricks. I guess that is what happens when you have a techno-savvy 2 year old….or maybe it just comes from tapping the screen wildly 🙂
I went into Grace's room last night while she was sleeping to close a window and check on her. She stirred a bit, but she often does so I wasn't worried about it. As I was leaving the room she says, "Need a hug." So I went to her, gave her a quick cuddle and then was off. It really melted my heart.
Grace was naughty today. Very naughty. In fact a long list could be written. But let's not do that, instead, an interesting factoid that we realised today.
Grace has become quite the back seat driver, delivering plenty of commentary as we go along. Most of it relates to red lights and stopping and goes something like this, "No stopping! Go, go, go," after which I explain to her (again) that we can't go while the traffic light is red. Then all is quite until the traffic light goes green when it is either, "Go, go, go!" or "Go Daddy go."
Grace enjoyed Gogo singing, “There’s a hole in my bucket,” to her while she bathed. She thought it was a very funny song (which she expressed over and over again). Just before she went to bed she said to me, “Gogo sing a bery, bery, bery, bery, bery, bery, bery, bery, bery silly song.” I’m not sure exactly how many times it was that she said, “bery,” but it was lots.