Grace scraped up her nose in a swimming pool a few weeks ago (just in time for our Christmas pictures). So she had to wear a band-aid to school for a couple days. Instead of being self-conscious and worried about appearing in front of her peers with a band aid plunked right in the center of her face, she looked in the mirror and said (with all the delight you can imagine), "I'm a nerd!!" Later she realized that Steve Nash, our beloved Suns player, sported a band-aid like hers last season. So she started doing some great Nash moves as she announced that she was a nerdy Steve Nash (don't ask me what "Nash moves" are, she just did the "worm" or something or other with her arms...she's definitely got her dad's rhythm and not mine). Her teacher at school is a very serious Suns fan and wrote Nash's number "13" across the band-aid. Grace just has fun and is pretty delighted with life all the way around. Which is very ironic considering that she was my toughest baby by far. After her first two weeks of being angelic as a newborn she started screaming and didn't stop until she was over six months old. And that was nothing compared to the reflux she had! This picture says it better than I can...(yeah, don't ask why I was smiling...)Anyway, whenever I let her do anything even remotely fun...play with a friend, come to volunteer in her class, let her have a cookie for dessert...she dramatically throws her arms around me (nearly knocking me over) and proclaims me the very best mom in the whole entire world. This happens probably three times a week. And when I make a dinner that the other kids start turning their noses up at, she takes note of my annoyance and says, "Mom, this dinner ROCKS! I LOOOOOOVVVVVEE it!!!" and she really does. Lots of things "rock" for this girl. Man, she cracks me up, and man, I'm thankful for her!One more thing...the only thing Grace wants for Christmas is "three packs of earrings." The other night while I was helping her brush her teeth I tried to squeeze out some different gift ideas from her. This was our conversation:
me: "so is there anything besides earrings that you really want for Christmas?"
Grace: "nope, just earrings"
pause while Grace examines her clean teeth in the mirror
Grace: "well, actually maybe I want my two front teeth for Christmas."
me: "well, you already have your two front teeth."
Grace: "yeah, I know, but I want to lose them for Christmas."