Grace loved her dress and didn't want to change when we got home from church. How in the world did I end up with such a girly girl?! She always begs for her hair to be put in "pretty pigtails". She always wants her shoes - and not just any pair - she always has a specific pair in mind. I always have to roll my eyes at that one. After church I overheard this conversation:
Grace: Daddy, want shoes.
Steve: You want your pumas?
Grace: No, black ones.
What a prissy girl. :)
This afternoon I put her down for her nap. As soon as I laid her down in her bed she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. I thought, wow, she must be overly tired. Then I heard fake snoring and saw one eye open and look at me. Of course this was followed by a lot of giggling. I left the room laughing and thinking that Steve probably had something to do with this "joke". :)


