D: Grace, what did you have to do?

G: Eat my supper and tidy up.

D: Have you eaten enough supper?

G: No

D: And is the house tidy?

G: No

D: So what does that mean Grace?

G: I want to swing!

She understands, knows the rules and the consequence, but just can’t get over what she had her mind set on.

What are we doing first thing tomorrow morning? Swigging!

She has been having some classic comments over the past little while, here are some of them:

Grace wanted me to squish her by lying on top of her and hugging her, but had been squealing when I did it so I said no to her telling her I wasn't going to do it because she squeals. She chirps, "That wasn't a squeal, that was a grunting."

Donné was saying good night to her and she says, "I in the middle. Mommies room is over there, Eli's room is over there. I in the middle, because I special."

We were eating and I can't recall exactly what happened, but Grace starts saying. "Ock a ogie, ock a ogie." (Hock-a-logie….which comes from me due to the Raj and Raj 2 Corsa Lite adverts).

Grace opens the fridge and the new milk is lying on a shelf instead of standing in the door so she says, "Silly mommy, silly mommy, doesn't know how the milk goes."

She is talking about her brother and says, "Eli has little everything…he has big balls."

Grace was singing the slippery fish song in her room while Eli was going to sleep, so I asked her to stop and go to the lounge. she stops and says, "I paused at the flying stingray."

Gogo gave Grace a pack of tissues. She looks at them and says, "Did she download it from the blogpost?"

There was a pinata at Tayla's birthday party and the next day Grace says, "Why did Tayla mess sweets all over the place? Such a mess")

Ice creams have been big this summer. Ice cream was always something that we did while out, but Grace now knows about ice cream for dessert and there is no turning back.

Grace got herself entirely confused today. She's been a bit off colour, and although we know she would benefit from a nap, we also know that it is unlikely on any given day. After an incident with some kokis and her clothes she ended up in her room for an extended period of time with the hope that she might just fall asleep. It was the last 10 minutes of her rest time and with Grace moaning and making a noise Donné had to go in to make the rules clear….very clear. 10 minutes passed, not a peep, 20 minutes, not a peep – she's sleeping!

After a long nap she was up and about and feeling much better – chirpy, full of life and enjoying playing. Supper came along and we decided to have egg and bacon, and then as bath time draws nearer Grace starts to moan that it is not night time. "It's not night time! We haven't done anything today! We just had breakfast!" She thought it was morning, and the nap plus choice of supper just threw her out of whack completely.

When I was running the bath she was standing behind me whacking me on the back saying, "We don't bath in the morning! It's not night time!" Donné stopped her, and carefully ran through the whole day, detailing each thing we had done, explaining how if it was the next day she would be going to school, and slowly she came around to the fact that it was still the same day. Poor baby, she really isn't used to an afternoon nap.

Kids parties' with sushi are awesome….and make our little girl very happy. While the others were playing on the water slide, Grace was making a dent in the sushi platter. We had a good time, and we've been enjoying getting to know some more of the people from school better.

There have been demonstrations of all of the extra mural activities at school this week. Everyone gets to go and try out extra murals so that they have a chance to decide what they like. Grace was doing ballet and Kindermusik last year, and wanted to do those, but did not want to try out the other extra murals. Monday she flat out refused to try playball. Tuesday she enoyed Kindermusik. Wednesday came and we wanted her to at least try Drumkids, so Donné offered her a surprise as a reward, but she screamed that she didn't want to go when it was time for everyone to try it out. We really wanted her to go to Manners4Minors in the hope that it will help to improve her social skills and ability to express herself, so Donné took her to choose something she wanted (a pink piggy soft toy) and bought her a Kinderjoy, which would be her reward for going. And she went, and loved it, and we heard all about the puppet show today, and she wants to go next week.

Mission accomplished. Yes, it took some bribery and corruption (which might not have even been needed), but at least she tried it.

And she loves that pink piggy and has named it Oinkey.

Big sis helps me to hold the book.