I don't have a costume....mommy the procrastinator...

This is a picture of me and my "homies"- Lauren and Jack-aka "Wrennie" and "Jack-Jack". Mommy was on vacation Friday so we went and picked my "posse" up and went back to my "crib" and chilled there the entire day. We danced...ran around the house and baked Halloween cookies. I love my cousins...then again, that is just how "I roll". Keep'n it real...just keep'n it real. Sorry for talking like Randy Jackson. Moving on....so Halloween is this weekend and I don't have a costume. Mommy keeps flip flopping. First it was a banana and daddy would dress like a gorilla. Then it was daddy would dress like Chewie and I would dress (enter Yoda voice)..."ooooh like Yoda I dress". I dunno...We went to several stores and I was absolutely amazed at the selection they had for kids. We saw some pretty "risque" outfits.... maybe I will be boring and go as a baby vampire?

Mommy is compromising. She is considering dressing up our dog now. mommy still laughs and says that she is putting a Michael Vick football jersey on Guinness our dog....

I hope my cold is gone by then. I am a snaughty mess. I blew an impressive nose bubble today. It really freaked me out. My eyes crossed when I tried to look down at it. I popped it with my hands. I had webbed fingers after that. Pretty gross. I thought mommy was running for the "Boogie Wipes"-real product but she was really running for the camera. Daddy's work season is ending soon then he is going to be a stay at home daddy until April. I can't wait. I will have him eating out of the palm of my chubby little hand. I will say.."jump daddy" and he will look at me with doting eyes and say "yes Gracie...how high would you like daddy to jump pumpkin-wumpkin"? And yes that is EXACTLY how it will go down. Well, I need to take some medicine and get some shut eye. Later tators...

Pictures of me and mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dogs should not be forced to wear Halloween Costumes....

I wish I could get better at posting.....I get so caught up with stuff and forget to do it. Quite a bit has happened since my last post. Mommy got her wisdom teeth pulled last week and what an ordeal that was. Mommy prepared me that she would be tired and "tender" but she didn't tell me her breath would smell like a landfill. I guess when you have teeth ripped out and bloody gauze packed down in there it isn't going to smell like a botanical garden. The worst part was when mommy forgot to remove the gauze and drank some water...swallowing two of the blood soaked guaze. Daddy thought it was funny. Should make her colonoscopy next week interesting. Mommy and me went to the grocery store Friday night. Do you know you can tell a lot about someone by the items they have in their carts? For example...we saw a young gal, probably a college student, with only three items in her cart...(drum roll)...a 5 gallon container of "Tiddy Cat", a box of pantie liners and a half of gallon of Moose Track Ice Cream. I am going to go out on a limb and say she was staying in that night. Sometime I think it would be funny just to load a cart up with stuff....like duck tape, bleach, tent tarps, and a chain saw just to see what kind of looks I would get. Then i would just go and put them back. Maybe mommy and I will do this on Halloween. I still don't know what I am going to go as. I was a bunny last year. Do you know that you can get costumes for your dog? I saw a bumble bee and a hot dog costume for a dog yesterday at Target. I then saw a dog wearing a sweater outside. You hear about these hero dogs that bark and alert their owners that danger looms, like a fire or knife wielding burglar. I have a theory that these "hero dogs" were never forced to wear sweaters or silly costumes. I suspect that those families you read about who's house burns to the ground had pets that did. You always hear that those families suffered lost but the dog gets out of the house without a scrape. ... revenge I tell you. Well, I need to hit the hay. Later tators.

Poop, poop and more poop

Sorry it's been so long. Things have been pretty "poopy" here as we all try to figure out what our "new normal" is with Aunt Bec gone. Mommy and I really misss her. It still doesn't seem like she is gone.
I have a great story to tell you about my explosive bowels. I am nursing an ear infection and am taking some amoxcillian. apparently one of the side affects is diarrhea. any whoooo....the other day mommy and i were driving home and i tuitted...it was loud- i had my right leg lifted up resting it against my car seat arm rest...apparently in the process i scooted the elastic of my diaper into the other side of my crack...as a result my green gooey pooh went everywhere. When I say "everywhere" i mean mommy got nailed in the back of the neck...while she was driving and several droplets were on the ceiling of the car. My pooh shot up into my hair. The only good thing about this is that I had my binky in...otherwise it would have got in my mouth. Just thinking about this I get phantom cramps in my bowels...and i can smell it. I thought mommy was mad....we were only 2 miles from our house. what does she do? she calls grandma myers and laughs hysterically as she explained to her what happened. I won't lie to you...it was a nasty "soupy-poopy" mess. I found out that mommy's boss now reads my blog so mommy says i need to stop saying "@#$%" and !@&^*$$" I told her I can't make any promises. Well, sorry this is so short but I need to get to sleep. later tators.....

Please lift up my aunt Becca in prayer.....

"Please pray for my aunt Becca- I love her"-Gracie

Children of the corn.......