Gracie's Blog

Blast from the Past

2011-03-07T22:52:00.000-08:00

Two of my all-time favorite pictures of Grace. A friend did some handywork in Photoshop. Both are actual scenes from 2009.

Couple new pics

2011-03-05T08:29:00.000-08:00

Nap time...again

2011-03-02T11:15:00.000-08:00

Getting a hang of this nap thing. It always helps to have a napping buddy.

Taking a peek at the world

2011-03-02T06:18:00.000-08:00

This is my morning after video.
Here are my stats: Samuel James
born 11:11 pm 2/25/11
7 lbs 6 oz; 19.75" long

After a day at home, I decided to take a look around.

Gracie singing "Lead Me"

2011-03-01T10:37:00.000-08:00

Working on my moves with my cuz

2011-03-01T10:22:00.000-08:00

Everyone's Home

2011-03-01T10:05:00.001-08:00

Everyone is home and doing well. Dad hijacked my blog to get some more pictures and videos available for family to view.

This baby better come soon....Mama's cracking.....

2011-02-17T06:03:00.000-08:00

Now that mama is home preparing for little "Sammy Jammy's" arrival, I have more time to keep up with my blog (angels singing). I am so excited and ready to meet my little brother. Mama keeps telling me that "he's not done yet". I tried to feed him last night by attempting to cram my granola bar through mama's belly button....must say she did not appreciate it and my granola bar was swiftly swatted out of my hand and across the kitchen. Doctor says that Sammy is going to be "big". Mom and dad were talking about changing his name to "Thor". If he is born with a viking helmet and a large hammer in his hand we are in some trouble. I keep getting into Sammy's things at home. Mom has his room and clothes all ready. Funny thing is that his newborn clothes fit my Build-A-Bear Rabbit perfectly. I have been "borrowing" some of sammy's clothes for my stuffed animals and dolls. Mom got pretty upset with me when she found them all with clothes at a tea party I was throwing and told me to stop it. I personally think she was bitter that she wasn't invited to the tea party. Since then it has turned into a covert military operation....at night i take the clothes, hide them and put them on my dolls when mom is not watching. This may stop soon as mom's hormones are starting to take on a life of their own. I think daddy and I should create a "safe word" that we use between ourselves when mom starts to get riled up. Daddy thinks the "safe word" should be "epidural". Daddy just got over a nasty intestinal infection...lost 9 pounds of fluids in 24 hours. He is doing better today. For the last day his downstairs bathroom looked like the Library of Congress...reading materials ranged from his "Hammer Nutrition" magazine to the Holy Bible. i may need to sanitize that Bible to use for an exorcism on mom if the mood swings don't subside. Mom and I thought we should set up a Gatorade stand in there for him as well. Poor guy. I am pretty excited. grandma is bringing Wrennie and Jack to our house tonight to see me. I haven't seen them in a few weeks. Looking forward to it. well, i need to go grab a snack- later taters

Merry Christmas...tea with daddy.

2010-12-25T04:52:00.001-08:00

Well I woke up this morning to utter bliss. Not only were my undies dry (officially potty trained now) but Santa came! I guess he came last year but I was only a babe and can't recall. This year Santa brought me an indoor basketball hoop/ball, a kitchen set (with fridge, oven, microwave and dishwasher)...I got a Zuzu pet some clothes, an electric Princess toothbrush and tootpaste and a gob of other toys. I told mommy and daddy what I wanted was "baby Sammy". momma said he is not "done yet" and would not be here this Christmas but would be here for my birthday and for next Christmas. My momma has 2 1/2 months left until Sammy comes. Momma has been quite a "treat" to be around. Truly something out of National Geographic. She grunts when she bends over. We nearly need a pully system to hoist her out of bed. No joke. She has to get a rocking start before she can even get up. Don't even get me started on the other sounds and smells her body has been making. Yard goats smell better at times.
Daddy has been staying home with me now that his working season is over. we have been having tea with my Disney Princess Tea set nearly every morning. He lets me do his hair and put headbands in it. He rocks!
i am going sledding for the first time wednesday at my grandma's house with my cousins wrennie, jack and taylor. i have never been sledding before and can't wait. i think daddy is more excited than me. mommy said she can't go...something about gravity not being kind to her and the fear that she won't be able to leap from the sled before it hurled into a tree or onto the pond. She continues to play the 'preggo card". We get to stay home today and i am so excited. i can just stay in my jammies and play with mommy and daddy all day. grandma and grandpa are coming by at some point. I hope you all have a blessed Christmas!

Toilet overflows....dog runs away...Happy Thanksgiving!

2010-11-25T16:16:00.000-08:00

Wow....to say that the past 24 hours in the Bowers' household has been eventful is quite the understatement. Last night daddy and I were set to have a "daddy and Gracie date night"...we were supposed to go to the Warsaw-Tippy Valley Varsity Basketball game and mommy was supposed to go to the movies with aunt Lisa. well, 5 minutes before departure mommy walks into the downstairs bathroom and shrieks in horror. The toilet had backed up....into the shower...a brown steamy pool of poop layed on the shower floor...and let me tell you...it smelled..and as you know I know my smells, after all I still occasionally soil myself. Not too sure how it happened or who the culprit was (cough cough daddy) but it was about the nastiest thing i have seen or smelled it my 2 1/2 years. Hold on, it gets worse. daddy started to push water through the system and asked mommy to tell him when the water in the toilet starts raising. so it starts to raise and mommy tells dad...well, too late. he wasn't able to shut the water off in time. The toilet overflowed. the next three hours were spent cleaning the bathroom and going to the store to buy new bath towels and bath rugs. The house went from smelling of poop to bleach in a matter of hours. Then this morning we were getting ready for thanksgiving and realized our dog, Guinness, was missing. apparently she was outside pottying and decided to leave the property...daddy thinks she smelled turkey and food somewhere down the road. Daddy found her about a mile down the road at a church. Mommy has been on vacation all week. it has been awesome to stay at home. Mommy and I took uncle kyle to lunch at Red Lobster Wednesday for his birthday (was in September). I love my uncle Kyle...he is the "cat's meow". I did get into a bit of trouble as i was putting my coat on before leaving. the song "soul man" was playing on the radio at the restaurant and uncle Kyle asked me to dance...so I did...well, I should have stopped there....i couldn't help myself...in the middle of the restaurant i began to smack my bottom whilte i turned circles saying..."smacking my pooey....smacking my pooey"..to the beat of "soul man". there were two booths of elderly women sitting there trying their best not to make eye contact with my mom. i think they were busy praying for me...and my mommy. mommy snatched me up and shuffled me out of the building. Uncle kyle loved it...he was laughing...mom was mortified and you could hear a brick shoot out of her "pooey" and crash onto the floor". Good times....oh yeah...pictures are me and uncle kyle...and me and my halloween costume this year.
Well, hope you had a better thanksgiving than we did. hope the only brown thing you saw was a turkey...and not a pile of poop resting on your shower floor.
Later taters.

I promise to be a better blogger...it has been a long time

2010-10-02T16:39:00.000-07:00

Wow, it has been a long time since I have got on here. Busy...busy...does't help that "preggers" (aka mommy) has been sick and tired a lot. Not much going on with me really. I am still in the process of being potty trained. I have my good days....I have my bad days. There is a push for me to be potty trained by the time the baby comes. I have about 5 months to play with. here are a couple pictures. one is with me and daddy wearing my sunglasses and the other is with Lauren and Jack. I love those two. Mommy and I pick them up every Friday from school. I like going to their house because they have a cat and a hampster. Jack put the hampster in it's little ball and let him roll around on the floor. I didn't realize that the hampster was in the ball and went up and kicked it. It flew up against a chair. Could have sworn I heard the little fella scream. Fortunately, he was okay. I think Lauren crushed up a baby aspirin for him so aside from the headache and slight bought of PTSD I think he will be okay. I am pretty excited about having a baby brother or sister. I really want a baby brother. It is funny watching mommy grow...her belly is running into everything. She scratches it too....My aunt Lisa is preggers too. She is 3 weeks behind mom. My daddy and uncle nate have formed a small support group. Well, i need to get going. Mommy has discipleship class tonight and she is taking me to grandma's so daddy can get his bookwork done. I tend to slow him down. when he and i are home alone he wants to play with me and that slows him down a bit. well, later tators.

I am going to be a big sister....winner winner chicken dinner!

2010-07-30T11:47:00.000-07:00

Well, well well it has been a mighty long time since I have blogged. This summer has me so busy, it's crazy. Big news in the Bowers household...I am going to have a little baby brother or sister...or both next spring. Mama has a bun in the oven! Mama has been sick. they call it "morning sickness" but it happens in the afternoon early evening and lasts through bedtime. She looks green sometimes and doesn't have an appetite. Sometimes daddy and I look at eachother just shaking our heads silently praying for the second trimester when it is over. Mommy didn't get sick with me. wonder what that means? So mama got me a baby doll that closes it's eyes when i put a binky in it's mouth. she is trying to get me ready to be a big sister. I appreciate the effort but come on, I'm 2! More big news, i am in the process of being potty trained. I have poohed twice in the toilet but that scared me. the water splashed up and it was cold. i fell in once and dipped my entire buttocks into the water. that was pretty gross. over all I am doing pretty good. i get 2 M&Ms when I go. I am getting a bit obsessed watching other people going potty too. Mommy and daddy have to lock me out of the bathroom when they have to go because if they don't i walk in and creep over to the stool and bend over to watch. I clap when they potty like they do me and I do the "potty dance". they are a bit hypocritical. Even when guinness, our black lab goes outside to potty i go over to here and watch. she even gives me a look. pretty exciting stuff. well, i need to go. later tators.

800 pound man and "single finger salute"...

2010-05-31T19:51:00.000-07:00

Wow, I am reallllly getting bad at the blogging. I am sooooo busy with all of my appearances. I am this close (imagine me pinching my index finger to my pudgy thumb) to hiring an agent. Mommy could use some help anyway. Not much has been happening. Just ordinary day-to-day shtuff. I can tell I am getting older, I am pondering more. Yes, I just used the word "pondering". This world is really messed up. I saw on TV that there is man in London who weighs over 800 pounds and he can't get out of bed without some pully contraption made by the civil core of engineers. My question is simple..."if he can't get out of bed, how does he get his food?". I guess he has a family member who brings him his food. If he was an alcoholic would she bring him a bottle of Wild Turkey? Do you bring Tiger Woods a porn star? Do you give Elin access to a nine iron? The answer is "no" folks. See, I can down a bag of Happy Meal Fries in a single sitting. If I whine to mommy asking for more she tosses me a banana she shuts me off from the fries. Why? Because she loves me and wants me to appreciate limits and possess self control. More than that she doesn't want to have to wear a back brace or inject Cortizone in her spine every time she carries me around. Lauren and Jack spent the night with me this weekend- picture is me and Lauren. It was awesome. We danced, swam, giggled and played. Lauren is like a sister to me....but we get along. Since my last blog entry, i have pottied in the toliet three times. I have peed on the bathroom floor at least a dozen times in my attempts to get there. I must remember to make sure that my Dora seat cover is on the toliet before I plop down. There have been times I forgot and it sounded like a flock of geese landing on a pond when i sat down. I was at the store the other day and was appauled when I saw a little kid flip his mommy off when she didn't get him something. She laughed. You should have seen the look on my mommy's face. I immediately went to the Lord in prayer..."Dear Jesus...please, please don't let my mommy make a scene that could result in me being raised in a single parent home". Mommy shot over a disapproving glare and walked away. I can't even fathom what would happen if I did the "single finger salute" to her one day. I imagine that it would quickly be followed by a trip to the ER with my finger being placed in a popsicle splint. Unbelievable, I am getting phantom pains in my naughty finger just thinking about it....and I am craving a grape popsicle. Later tators....

Easter Muscrats......

2010-04-29T18:40:00.000-07:00

I have a little down time so I thought that I would update my blog. I had planned on updating around Easter but an unfortunate turn of "festive events" unfolded and the time it took for me to process took longer than expected. Sure, it started out like a typical Easter gathering at grandma and grandpa Myers' house. Great food, ample fussing over "moi", painted eggs, candy, muscrats..... I had you at "muscrats" didn't I? We were in the living room finishing up a yummy meal of pulled pork sandwiches when uncle Kyle peered out the window toward the pond and shouted out 7 little words that to this day rattles me to the core....."there's a muscrat dad, get the gun". And with that my grandpa calmly removes himself from his recliner and goes down stairs. While he does this me and my cousins race to the window to see the muscrat swimming around the pond. Moments later we hear the basement door open and grandpa appeared in the yard with a rifle. He slowly walked toward the pond pointed then fired. You would think that a man who has military experience and has been an avid hunter for years could scope out and shoot a 10 pound ball of wet wirey hair several yards in front of him WITH THE FIRST SHOT!. Nope. His first shot hit the water in front of the panicy little critter. second shot hit in front of him. third shot nailed the little fella in the leg. it started struggling in the water, flipping around in distress. it was horrible. Then grandpa walked back into the house. me and my cousins watched the muscrat flip around in the water it was horrible. Mommy was pretty upset and begged uncle kyle to go out and put it out of it's misery. after some pleading, grandpa went back out and killed it. What kind of hillbilly family did our Lord and Savior send me to? What's next? Are we going to shoot and gut a reigndeer at Christmas? Are we going to launch fire crackers out of the orephus of a Bald Eagle on Fourth of July? Honestly....on a lighter less barbaric note...I found out I loooooooooooooooove M&M candies...the plain ones please! Grandma filled my plastic eggs with them. I make mommy nervous because I moan when I eat them. I guess that freaks her out a bit. You know what I want to tell her freaks me out? Dead rodents! I am loving this warm weather. Mommy and daddy finally got me some sand for my turtle sandbox. up until last week it was just a turtle box. we are doing a 5k this weekend. Can't wait. Well, i need to get some sleep. later tators.

Going to turn 2 this week and Grandma is evilllllll

2010-03-13T15:47:00.000-08:00

Wow, it has been a while. I am truly slacking off on this blog thing. I have been sick this week...battling a virus or sorts. My tonsils are white and mommy says they resemble small mozzarella balls. All I think anyone can say to that visual is "ick". Mom is sick too. We have been coughing and snaughting machines. Poor daddy. I turn the big "02" next Friday. Pretty excited. My party is next Saturday...it is going to be wild. I wouldn't be surprised if Heff and the Bunnies show up. Mommy is renting a milk keg. I think I am going to do a "milk-keg stand". Daddy spent four years in a frat house...don't think I am joking about this. Honestly, we're having dinner and cupcakes. In all likelihood the most exciting thing that will probably happen is I will go into sugar shock from the frosting and poop myself and not necessarily in that order. Grandpa probably will too. Speaking of grandparents.....last Saturday Grandma (won't mention which one all I will say is that it rhymes with "hickey") came over and played with me while mommy went to lunch with a friend. Grandma thought that it would be a fun idea to cover my body in Barbie Stickers. Well, long story short, several of them would not come off easily and I had two marks left on my body that resembled skin graffs. One of which was on my lower back the other on the inside of my left elbow. Poor mommy had to remove them while I bathed. I screamed as if she was impailing me. Maybe next time grandma comes over we can play lawn darts or cut out paper dolls with Ginsu knives- WOW! Now every time I see a Barbie Doll or the Wal-Mart volunteer offers me a sticker I wet myself. At least I am still wearing diapers. That could be embarrassing. Mommy and I went running a couple times this week...we had fun. I even got out and ran too. This is probably what got us sick. well, i need to take my medicine and get my bath. later taters.

Family pictures on valentine's day!!!! Lovey Dovey!

2010-02-18T19:26:00.000-08:00

Enjoy some pic's "ya'll"

2010-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00

Top picture is me at Owen's Grocery store last week. They have race car grocery carts. They rule. Mommy was pushing me through the store while I pointed down at my ride saying "mine car...mine car". By the look on my face this was the most glorious event of my life....
Second picture is me and uncle Kyle at his house last Friday. He rocks! Maybe because I am pretty sure he believes I walk on water.....
Third picture is me last Friday at Target...in the Valentine's section with mommy and grandma. Shortly after this picute was taken I had what mommy labeled a "meltdown" because Grandma allowed me to hold a large festive stuff animal that neither she nor mommy had any intention of buying for me. After a swift (yet loving) pat on my dimply left thigh I was good to go.....
Last picture is me on the drive home from church Sunday....I have to keep one eye on daddy at all times when he drives.
On a completely unrelated matter....does anyone else think Brittany Spears is starting to look "crazy" again? Just some food for thought-

Later tators and peace out girl scout

2010-01-10T13:05:00.000-08:00

I have been a busy bee this holiday season. Daddy just got back from his missions trip in Jamaica and mommy and me just concluded a week of stomach flu. So I am just getting around to blogging. Christmas was pretty good. I got some cool stuff but nothing over the top. Mommy and daddy don't want me "spoiled"...whatever that means. This past week was pretty horrible. I had my first bout of stomach flu. I had leakage from three orifices...often at the same time. I got it from mommy. Two days after daddy got home from his trip he had nasty poop too. There were times I would walk by the bathroom door and it sounded like a hail storm on a duck pond. He would be so glad to know that I just shared that with you. We haven't gone out much because of the snow we have kept put a lot so I don't have any creepy Wal-Mart stories to share with you. I am trying different kinds of foods now. There for a while hot dogs and cottage cheese were my staples. I evolved to a corn dog the other night. I ate some steamed broccoli and some green beans. My vocabulary is expanding. I have recently added "diaper, plate, mine, Kyle, maybe, sorry, it's okay, and of course..."POOPIE". I made quite a scene a week ago at Owen's Grocery Store with mommy. We were checking out and I dropped a heap of steamy poop in my drawers. Mommy looked at me (with utter disgust) and asked in her annoying mommy voice..."Gracie, did you go poopie". I said "no....mommy poopied" It was precious, there was a cute elderly couple behind us and they started laughing. Seriously mommy the process of elimination (no pun intended) should have told you that it was me so why ask? Did you think it was the cashier or the bag boy? I will also go up to her when she sits on the floor and pull out the back of her pants, take a whiff and say "poopie?" just like she does to me. Not so fun is it mommy. I also have learned that it is funny when I toot while mommy is changing my diaper. You should see her and daddy's panicked faces when I do this while they are wiping me down. They don't know if it is a "warning shot" or the real thing. I like to keep things interesting. Well, I need to get a snack...later taters

Hey there!

2009-11-25T20:42:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer: I will warn you- this blog is not for the faint of heart. I have had it. I am tired that every time mommy and I go to the store I feel we are at a Las Vegas Hooker Convention...I am tired of staring at boobies, butt cleavage, and body piercings. I am tired of witnessing crude public displays of "slap tickle". What is so hard about getting up in the morning and putting an outfit on that doesn't look like you are auditioning for back up dancer in a Britney Spears video. Newsflash Warsaw....."you're not living in Amsterdam!!!!" Mommy and I went to the store the other day- won't mention the name all I can say is that it's headquarters are in Arkansas. They have a little machine where people can sit and fill out an online application. As mommy and I walked behind this machine the applicant sitting there had ATLEAST 3/4 of her bottom pouring out of her jeans....we could also see that her cheeks and crack swallowed most of her hot pink thong. It was impressive. Apparently her patent leather cat-suit wasn't back from the dry cleaners for her to wear. Where is dignity? Where is pride? It just gets old. Looking forward to an uneventful weekend with the folks. I think we are getting our tree tomorrow. I will post a picture once we get it decorated. Well, I need to get to bed. Later taters.

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

2009-10-27T18:44:00.000-07:00

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-10-13T15:19:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-03T19:28:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-14T18:15:00.000-07:00

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.....

2009-08-13T15:47:00.000-07:00

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

Children of the corn.......

2009-08-10T19:31:00.000-07:00

2009-08-09T19:29:00.000-07:00

PSA.....Kittens are not meant for shucking....

2009-07-29T15:35:00.001-07:00

Uncle Kyle razed mommy today about updating my blog. so this is for him. A lot has happened since my last blog. Grandma Vicky introduced me to her two new kittens last weekend. I was scared of them at first but then warmed up to them. I have some advice for mommy....the next time she plans on introducing a new animal- one donning claws and a full set of teeth, perhaps she should show me FIRST the proper way to handle them. For example, I did not know that you don't reach down to a kitty and turn their heads like door knobs. Nor did I realize that carrying them around by their neck was not proper "kitten etiquette"...Furthermore I did not realize that God did not design them to be flung through the air into grandpa Steve's crotch....I guess i did get some contradicting information on this last part...Daddy says they are meant for throwing...daddy's messed up...moving on. at one point i shoved one of the kittens in the toy mail box attached to the little house i was playing in. All around it was an educating experience. Mommy made it very clear...we will never have kittens at our house and I believe she used "never" like twenty five times. I have been trying some new food...some I like...some I spit out and swat out of mom's hand. I am loving cherries. It is pretty laborious (big word i know) for mommy to bite the cherry and suck out the seed for me but i assure her it is worth it. i think my record so far is 9 in one sitting. grant it after i ate them and had red cherry juice around my mouth it looked like i got shot in the face (see above phot) well, that's all i got...later tators...

2009-07-11T18:13:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson...Fireworks and diarrhea.....oh and some vomiting too...

2009-07-07T19:34:00.000-07:00

I keep getting requests to update my blog. I am told that it is too long between them...blah blah blah. I say this....can you tell Picasso to simply "whip up a painting"? Or expect Mozart to "throw some tune together"?

Does Mary Hart just "wing" an interview with Brangelina? You cannot force the creative process. Nothing good comes from it. Take David Hasselhoff's ill fated "Anaconda III TV movie. Have you heard of it? No? That's my point. I have had rough week anyway. I have had fluids escaping from multiple orifices this week. I had some vomiting on Monday and some diarrhea Tuesday- Wednesday. Speaking of vomiting....I gotta say that I am sick and tired of all the media coverage on Michael Jackson. I was wondering if that crazy little North Korean Dictator blew Hawaii off the map on Saturday but all that was on was tributes to the "King of Pop". I guess Hawaii is still there. Phew! Had some excitement here Saturday night when daddy tried to get fancy (mom uses another word I am not permitted to repeat) with some Roman Candle fireworks. Bottom line-i cannot tell you how important it is to count how many flares shoot out of the Roman Candle.. by the way it is 10....not 8 or 9. Mommy launched one at uncle Nate in the yard. She says it was an "accident" yet she lined it directly at him and giggled while she lit it. By the way, we ran out of lighter fluid so daddy lit the remaining fireworks with a mini blow torch. I have to say my favorite thing was when uncle Nate shot a bottle rocket from his butt cheeks. It was a miracle our home was standing Sunday morning. It was a miracle Uncle Nate had any body hair left....ANYWHERE. i will post some pictures when i get them developed. well I need to hit the hay. later tators.

Here are some summer pictures...thus far

2009-06-26T17:35:00.000-07:00

What is our country coming to?

2009-06-09T19:18:00.000-07:00

I keep wondering why other countries want to annhiliate us. I think I have it figured out. We have a TV show called "I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here". Grandma Myers has been watching this on Monday nights when she watches me while mommy and daddy play beach volleyball. I find myself watching it hoping...praying...that a large jungle animal will leap out grab Janice Dickenson by the skull and drag her off and devour her....i imagine that it would be like gnawing at a large rubber ball with all that silicon and Botox. I don't know that she would even be digestible but I would root for that critter nonetheless. C'mon, seeing Saynjaya eat cow testicles?????? Mommy freaks out when I put my hands in my mouth after playing in the dogs water bowl...imagine if I had a fruit bat or a cow testicle hanging from my mouth. She would need Nitroglycerin. Heidi and Spencer......freak me out. I wouldn't be surprised if their heads cracked open and winged monkeys flew out. Do they still perform lobotomies in this country? What a messed up sense of entertainment we have. All I need is a tin coffee can and a wooden spoon and I am entertained for hours. Maybe I am old fashion like that. The day I turn on Seseame Street and see Big Bird and Snuffalufgus wrestling in a mud pit and eating crickets and horse intestines and screaming @#$^%! into the camera will be a sad sad day for me. I am sure it's coming. well, I need to hit the sack, later tators.

I've missed you

2009-06-01T19:29:00.000-07:00

Wow it has been a long time since I blogged. Phew! Things have been going pretty well, can't complain. I have been in some "hot water" with mommy and daddy. I have been working diligently on my whine and throwing a tantrum. I got the lip quiver down pretty good (thanks aunt Becca) and i can time it just right that when i throw myself on to the ground i can arch my back when they try to pick me up i become dead weight (thank you cousin Logan). When danger calls the turtle can retract into it's shell..... an opposum plays dead......a squid shoots ink out of it's butt....Lindsay Lohan retreats to a rehab clinic.. me...I contort like a circus freak. Mommy got me a plastic pool...we went to K-Mart the other night and got one...it's purple. the big $12.99 purchase almost didn't happen. we were in line. i was an absolute angel sitting in the cart in the check out lane. there was a horney teenage couple in front of us making out. seriously, you could see part of her cheeks...once the guy moved his hands.....anywhooooo....the guy shoved her up against the pop cooler to kiss her and she bumped into our cart and glared at us like we were in their way. Mommy didn't miss a beat she said, "you working on one of these?"...and nodded down at me- ...as if that was my cue....so what did I do? I did my taradactly scream....the customers behind us were rolling and the horney duo rolled their eyes.....hold on...here's the best part...the couple in front of the teens was one of their parents.....WOW! I didn't get a glance what was in their cart I am guessing dry ice, tiki torches and video cassetts for the soft porn the dad is planning to produce when they got home. WOW! After wards mom and i talked about the ordeal over a bottle of milk (me) and a coffee (mommy). What i should have done was either projectile vomited when mommy nodded on me or pooped myself. They say hind sight is 20/20. I don't like Barbara Walters. Moving on. I had my first chicken nugget last week. I had no idea that Heaven came packaged in a red zip lock bag with the word "Banquet" on the side of it. Nor did I realize Heaven was in the frozen food section of the local grocery store. I am loving oranges too....even the rinds. I put myself to bed now. When I am tired I grab my blankey and Hankey (my hippo) and i head up the stairs. Some nights I have a night cap....I am sleeping through the night too....11-12 hours of sleep is just about right. Well, I need to get to bed. later tators.

She "poops and scores"....

2009-05-05T14:20:00.001-07:00

I am lov'n the warmer weather. Mommy has broke out my baby "Daisy Dukes". They don't exactly pass the "sit test" if you know what I mean. My thigh rolls simply pour out of them. The elastic on my diaper is almost like a tourniquet. If you are not into "seeping flesh" it's not for you. Mommy had a rough time at Wal-Mart this evening. We went to get groceries and stood in the check out lane for 2o minutes. The lady in front of us had "Earth friendly" bags, which is great...however she had them individually folded, like mini flags. The check out lady had to unfold them and get them organized so she could cram them full of groceries. She was so slow...blod clots and blind arthritic turtles move faster. It was ridculous. we waited all that time for that lady to get done and when mommy and i left the store we saw the lady, with the "Earth friendly" bags fling a cigarette butt on the ground right before she lept into her Ford Explorer. Unbelievable. i am sure she was on her way home to burn a box full of styrofoam packing peanuts and the tires from her Explorer. Geesh. sometimes people don't make sense. We finally made it home and I blew my diaper out. I mean it was nasty. I like to play this new game while mommy changes my diaper. I like to see how close i can drop the heels of my feet into my diaper with out dipping them into my stinky pooo. I am so excited about this weekend. it is mommy and daddy's anniversary and we are spending it together at the zoo. I can't wait. I went last summer with Aunt Bec and Grandma Myers but i was three months old then. Now that I am so much older I will have more fun. well, I need to get a nap in before dinner. later tators.

New Movie title..."Cute Baby Walking"...hardy har har

2009-04-27T20:09:00.000-07:00

Drum roll please.................I am walking now...unassisted...for the most part. Mommy says I look like a drunk circus bear sans the tutu stampering around. Let me tell you it is a whole new world up here. I can reach things now....like door handles....stove knobs and today I pulled a napkin off the bar and on it was a piece of toast. It landed on the floor and Guinness made a meal of it. I love it! I had an interesting weekend. Saturday I went with mommy and her friend Lisa to the South Whitely annual garage sale. What an education I received. It was chaos. There were some rude and pushy folks there. Mommy and LIsa rode around on three wheeled bicycles and I rode in the basket on the back of mommy's. Mommy nearly took out a pod of teenagers. They nearly fell like bowling pins...except there were 5 of them. they were busy talking and texting-WHILE THEY WERE WALKING. Between you and me I think mommy was aiming for them. That is another thing that drives my mommy nuts...people who text while they are driving. We almost got hit by a SUV the other day because the lady was looking down texting. Mommy layed on the horn and yelled "%@#**!" and the lady looked up- and dislodged her head from her fanny and we went on our merry way. Sometimes mommy says things she shouldn't. just because I can't put three words together verbally she thinks I don't understand...doesn't she know I am blog savvy? Sometimes I think that mommy is not only standing in left field but that she has cleared the fence and has gone for a hotdog...and sometimes she doesn't come back if you catch my drift...(wink wink). But she loves me and give me 3 squares a day. Actually, Sunday morning I got 2 breakfasts. Mommy fed me then went up stairs to get ready for church then daddy sat down to eat his breakfast and I begged from him so he put me back in my "piggy chair"- aka "high chair" and fed me a whole banana and part of his toast. Yum Yum Yum. Well, I need to get some shut eye. later tators.

Boring Week- sorry!

2009-04-19T18:06:00.000-07:00

Wow, it seems like forever since I have blogged. This warm weather has me distracted. Where to start...where to start. What happened this week....I learned my mom is a "big fat liar". I had my one year immunizations this week. This lady layed me down on the table told mommy to hold my hands down and came at me with a needle the size of a deer femur. Mommy kept saying "it won't hurt". Bull-feces! On the way to the clinic mommy kept saying "we're going to go get our shots". as far as i can tell i was the only one who got them. Why do mommies say stuff like that...using "we"... "we're getting shots"...or "we're going to bed" ..."we're not happy"..."we're too loud"....what mommy really means is "Gracie is getting shots"..."Gracie's going to bed"...."Mommy's not happy" and "gracie is too loud". I am 13 months old I think I can handle the truth. Mommy is not the only one capable of playing the "passive agressive game". For the last three bath nights I have piddled on the floor in front of the tub as soon as she starts the water. I now have six teeth, 4 on top and 2 on the bottom. My new favorite food is steak. Just kidding it is toast. I love my carbs. I still am not walking but I don't really care because I crawl like a maniac walking would slow me down too much. Mommy says I look like a Tazmanian Devil...but she says I still talk like "Captain Caveman"- I guess he is an old cartoon character? Daddy has introduced me to the Muppet SHow. I love it. "Pigs In Space" is my favorite. Other than that I am not too in to TV....I love playing and moving around. Well, I need to get to bed.....Later tators.

2009-04-05T18:28:00.000-07:00

Aunt Bec has been nagging me to update my blog. So here goes. She got her feeding tube Friday. I don't know what that is. Mommy says that it will help her gain weight so she can lift me and blow on my belly. I am willing to share my bottle if that helps but I draw the line at my Gerber Strawberry-apple puffies. I will gut anyone with my bare dimply hands if they try to take them from me. There are just some things you don't do, like take a bear cub from its mother or try to snatch the last meatball from Oprah. You just don't do it. I am officially on milk and less of the formula. My breath isn't as nasty now and my burps don't make me (or mommy) want to puke. it is a nice change. speaking of change what about this weather? yesterday mommy and I went out in the yard with Guinness to meet the neighbors new horse and play with the bubble wand. Mommy blew bubbles as guinness lept madly into the air snapping bubbles between her teeth. what a sight. Well, i need to hit the sack. later tators...

Happy Birthday to me...happy birthday to me...me..me..me...all about me!!!!!

2009-03-20T17:17:00.000-07:00

In case you can't tell from the title of this blog...someone near and dear to you all had a big day yesterday. let me say..."winner, winner chicken dinner..." it's me silly. The big 01..Had I known that when you have a birthday you are celebrated, revered, fed cupcakes and lavished with gifts I would have had a birthday a lot earlier. as my man Randy Jackson says, "Let me break it down for you dawwwwwwwwwwwwg"...Mommy made cupcakes...some fancy schmanzy ones with decorations on it. Did I care that she slaved away in the kitchen for two hours to make and frost the yummy delights...heck no! For criminey sakes it was for my "1 year old party" not a debutant ball. All I am going to do is smash it on my face and pound it with my fist. at one point i had some much blue frosting on my face i looked like William Wallace-from the movie "Braveheart"..you know the infamous kilt scene and blue-painted face. Daddy kept crying out "Freedom" in a Scotish accent...whatever. have another Corona Dad..seriously.it was awesome. i have my real party tomorrow with all my cousins and aunts, uncles and grandparents...and more cupcakes....Mommy says I need to pace myself so I don't become a brittle diabetic by the end of the weekend. Whatever that means. I have been taking it easy today...trying not to strain my arm muscles so I can rip open the presents tomorrow. My little guns were tuckered out last night. Phew! Well, I need to get to sleep...later tators.

Florida rocked...Kyle smells...Indiana weather stinks

2009-03-09T17:58:00.000-07:00

I have just three words for you..."Florida, Florida, Florida". Wow what a trip. Here is a pic of me and mommy, me on the plane and two of me frolicing on the beach- note: one is topless!!!! didn't want the tan lines of course! It was great of grandma and grandpa to let us crash at their place for a few days. I had to sleep in the living room with mommy and aunt bec. I had a couple rough nights...found out that i have a killer ear infection from teething. Mommy got me some medicine and so far so good. Although it was a good time there were a few images that were burnt into my precious little brain. I received quite the education at the beach. For example, mommy explained to me what a "cougar" was...and not the large mountain cat you may be thinking about...but apparently just as stealthy and dangerous. I guess a "cougar" is an older lady looking for a younger man...and dressing like they are 30 years younger than they are. Well....there was one in particular that was showing more nakedness in her chest region then me in one of these pics. When she went to lay down on her beach towel her "mommy items" jumped out of her bikini top like a kitten on a yarn ball. It was madness. I did notice that grandpa got a peak in before she hit the towel. He says he wears those dark glasses for his cataracts but between you and me, I think he wears them so grandma can't see his eyes darting off oogling at the ladies on the beach.....Go grandpa go!!!!!! Mommy had a great time with aunt bec and uncle kyle. Kyle threw me under the bus on the plane. When one of the male flight attendants came by and uncle kyle passed some killer gas and i got blamed for it. Mommy sniffed on my diaper and thought it was me while kyle just laughed. it was horrible...the man behind us was coughing. i thought the pilot was going to drop the airbags from the ceiling. I needed one. I guess Kyle thinks that holding a baby gives him free range to let it rip. He had gas the entire trip...if I got a quarter for everytime mommy or becca said ..."Damnit Kyle"I would have been able to buy a canister of Enfamil. WEll, it was great to get home and see daddy. He missed me something fierce. I nearly lept from mommy's arms when I saw him. Well, I need to hit the hay...this time change is kicking me...later tators

Going to Florida ya'll.....

2009-02-27T18:08:00.001-08:00

Next week at this time I will be in Florida...sunning it up...living the high life. I am going to frolic in the ocean and catch some rays. Mommy, me, aunt bec and uncle Kyle are going to stay with grandma and grandpa hurd in their "retirement community". The highlight of my trip will be when mommy takes me swimming in one of the pools there and watch the ladies tremble in fear as I am lowered into the pool with nothing but a swim diaper on. Don't want them to have to drain the pool. I've seen Caddyshack. I plan to be naked most of the time I am there. Maybe I will check out a nudey beach????? I can't wait to post some pics of my trip. I am a bit nervous about flying in an airplane for 2 hours. I will try my darnest to behave and not have a meltdown. Mommy might have to pack the Benedryl. I wonder what the in flight movie will be? If it's one of those &*%%$@ "Look Who's Talking" movies I'm taking the plane down. Paging Mr. Air Marshall......will they tase a 1 year old? Well, mommy and i are doing a bit of shopping tomorrow for some summer duds for me. I will keep you posted. later tators.

Me and Aunt Bec...She rocks!

2009-02-24T05:45:00.000-08:00

Check out these fresh pics of me and aunt bec at the hospital. Unfortunately she is back in the hospital but

she thinks she may get out sometime today. she had a fever from an infection. I love her soooo much. I can't tell her but I can show her through the things I do....for example pushing her in a toy shopping cart or trusting her enough to change my soiled diapers......I keep praying to God to heal her so she can keep on spoiling,....uh I mean "loving" me. mommy says that God will heal her either here, on earth, or she will be made whole in Heaven...that's where God lives by the way. Daddy has been reading me my Toddler Bible so I am learning things like that. Another thing I am learning is that when I "have a melt down"- that is what mommy calls it, I am quickly placed in my crib and my door is pulled shut and there I remain until I am quiet again. Each time I am getting quieter faster so I guess that is good. I also learned that I like carbs....thank you aunt bec for sharing your chocolate donut hole with me yesterday....and your Texas-toast grilled cheese. It was good but a little more than my body could handle. When mommy changed my diaper last night she said she was going to save it for aunt becca. It was nasty. well, I need to get a nap in. Later tators

I love Saturdays!!!!!!

2009-02-21T19:27:00.000-08:00

Pretty exiciting day here....woke up downed a bowl of baby oatmeal and some blueberry-plum concoction. Went to watch daddy play basketball (church league) then cousin Lauren and Jack spent the afternoon with me. They rode their scooters through the house as i tried to keep up in my walker. Good times. Those crazy cats wore me out. Phew! Daddy and his team lost in the championship game...bummer. For a church league it got pretty rough...some cheap one-sided calls were made...It seems shady to me that the team daddy was playing was being reffed by someone from their own congregation!!!!! I'm not trying to start trouble here...I am simply saying it seems shady! Daddy burgered up his ankle too. it was swollen tonight. I told him he could use my walker if he needs to. aunt becca was feeling better tonight which is awesome! she did have a fever. her and uncle jade went to dinner and a movie this afternoon while jack and Lauren played with me. I hope she can gain some weight and start feeling better soon. aunt becca was dancing with mommy and me this afternoon. Yeah, I like to boogy...i like to get down every now and then. Grant it, I am no Baby (from Dirty Dancing) but I have been told I can move and groove. Mommy on the other hand dances like a fool. I know she is trying to make me laugh but seriously it is bad. i cringe and get all embarrassed for her. And daddy???? don't even get me started...he definitely is no johnny Castle (Patrick Swayze's character). well, mommy is putting me to bed early tonight so she and daddy can watch "step-brothers". i guess it is naughty. later tators.

Surviving Daddy's nasty gas.....

2009-02-15T17:36:00.001-08:00

Frankly, it is nothing short of a miracle I am able to type this. For the better part of the last half hour I have been trapped in a smoldering fog that was my daddy's nasty...stinky toots. I honestly don't know what he ingested. If it continues I may be taking my first steps tonight...running out of the room. Phew. I was sick a bit this week and enjoyed some regurgitation and diarrhea. I had a few good "blow outs" that resulted in a couple of extra baths. Today I have kept everything "down" and "in". This was not a week for mommy to use generic diapers. I am "creeping" now...I am told that is somewhere between a walk and a crawl? I can stand up and push my walker around the house. Sure, when mommy sets me INSIDE the walker I can only go backwards but when I am OUTSIDE of the walker magic happens..."it's show time". I am getting pretty good but still stumble around like a drunk circus bear...dancing around on two legs....sans the tutu.

Well, I need to hit the sack. Later tators.

I love my aunt Becca

2009-02-13T19:48:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of me and aunti Bec at the hospital. She was in there all week getting some test done so she can gain some weight. Mommy and Grandma Myers keep saying they will donate some of their fat. I know you can't see it in the photo but I now have a lovely bluish-purple bruise above my right eye. C'mon ask me how I got it.....Glad you asked. Mommy, daddy and I were are at youth group Wednesday night and mommy went to kick open the sanctuary doors to get through and the door swung back and knocked me in the head. Sometimes I think she is the most uncoordinated thing on earth. Don't worry, I am keeping notes. one day when she is old and wheelchaired bound, I am going to run her into a wall...or two....oh...and while I'm at it...when I go and change her diaper I will make sure that I slap down a cloud of powder on her wrinkly butt. What goes around comes around mommy...if anything I am living proof of that..just ask Grandma and grandpa myers. Valentines is this weekend. I wonder what mommy and daddy got in store for one another. Last year was a rough one for them. They fought because they waited until the last minute to go out to dinner and nothing was available so they had to eat at Subway.....I was still in mommy's tummy and she was starving that night.....If daddy didn't feed her she would have gutted him with her bare hands. I am excited because Aunt Becca gets home from the hospital tomorrow. so mommy and i are going over there to bring wrennie and jack Valentines treats....i haven't seen my cousins for a couple of weeks. They are pretty cool. well, I need to get my diaper changed and hit the hay...later tators.

Finally a tooth!

2009-02-08T13:31:00.000-08:00

What a great day...at least it is warmer huh? I can't wait until summer. I am going to live it up this summer swimming, going in the jog stroller, hanging with Aunt Becca and Carol's Corner sucking down ice cream. I have an announcement to make...this just came across the news desk...drum roll please.....my bottom tooth has finally broke through. i repeat, my bottom tooth has finally broke through. I don't expected to get drafted on any apple bobbing teams for a while but I do have one pearly white. another thing i am now doing is crawling up the stairs. Mommy says I look like a spider monkey on crack when I crawl up them. I am fast like that I guess. that is the only thing i can think of. I'm not eating bananas when i do it....nor am I flinging my own pooo so I guess it's the speed that rivals a spider monkey? I dunno..... mom says some freaky stuff sometimes. Someone reminded me today that in a month I will be "1" year old. I don't know about you but this year has flown by. it seems just like yesterday when I was cramed in mommy's uterus waiting to meet everyone. now look at me....I can crawl, i have a tooth and can blog....amazing stuff! Mommy is planning something low key for my big birthday. I put in a request for a DJ, pony rides and a cotton candy machine but I won't hide my breath. Well, I need to go and brush my tooth......later tators

Daddy's loosing it.....slowly but surely.....

2009-01-28T16:58:00.000-08:00

I am getting requests to post blogs more often. I don't mean to disappoint "my public" but I want to "keep it real". I mean one day mommy could be applying orajel to my dimply buttocks and on other days she is able to hold it together without doing something stupid. I wish I could predict when she is nibbling on "idiot sandwiches" but that's like calling a winning bingo ticket....you keep playing and one day you hit the big "B-I-N-G-0"...and it's all worth it. I think mom has been passing those "idiot sandwhiches" around to daddy because lately he has been freak'n me out a bit. He watched me crawl up three stairs....then fall down 2. Fortunately i did not injure my good typing hand. These mits are precious. I am 10 months old and cannot walk and he is letting me pull myself up stairs. what's next...slap jack with steak knives? Lawn darts? Maybe he will sign me up for Krav Maga (Isreali street fighting) classes? Which by the way would have came in handy with that geriatric nightmare at Wal-mart last week. Anywhoooo.... I was listening to talk radio today and they were talking about this 17 year old male in the Ft Wayne area who was arrested for child abuse. I guess he heated a knife and held it an 18 month old baby's hand. Give me 30 seconds in a locked sound proof room with this guy. I am normally a rational 10 month old but when I hear things like that I want go all "Danny Bonaduci" on him- without the nasty Coke habbit of course. I guess I can't complain about my parents....well, i need to get back to "American Idol". That Simon is a hoot and a half.
Later tators.

2009-01-24T17:21:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of me and Aunt Becca doing our best Mr. T impression, sans the gold chains and bulging roided out biceps. Aunt Bec had this glorious idea to take me swimming at the YMCA the other day. Little background...I went swimming this summer with daddy in one of the Barbie chain lakes and had a great time. The water was warm. we went to the pool mommy threw a swim diaper on me and dropped me in aunt becca's arms. The water was soooooo cold. I cried. I am told my bottom lip quivered as well. So, i spent the rest of the time in a warm towel on mommy's lap while aunt bec and cousin jack swam. mommy and i went grocery shopping yesterday. it is usually an uneventful trip. She pushes me around in the cart and i giggle and try to grab items (not on the grocery list)and hurl them on the ground. old ladies approach me and reaffirm how cute i am. Sometimes they poke me or tousel my hair with their boney fingers. i am usually cool with this but yesterday it was like mommy and i were on an "idiot safari" at the grocery store. one of them crossed the line. i was innocently sitting in the cart pondering the state of our national economic crisis when this elderly lady with a plastic hat on, bent over and got in my face and said, "my aren't you a happy little boy". (note: I was dressed in pink and white and had a barret in my hair). I can't tell you what was more offensive the fact that she mistook me for a boy or the fact she was close enough to me i could have head butted her. our noses nearly touched. I won't lie to you i freaked out a bit. Mommy popped up and had that crazy look in her eye like she was about to do something she may regret or could result in us being banned from the store for life. Mommy grabbed the cart and we went to the meat section so I could stare at the lobster tank. Mommy says it is ironic that the lobster have rubber bands on their claws and it looks like i have them on my wrists. i believe this is in reference to the fact that my hands are "chubby" and my fingers look like sausage casings and i have dimples on my knuckles. Hardy har har...good one mommy! Well I need to get some sleep!
Later tators.

Orajel vs butt ointment...my mom is nuts!

2009-01-11T19:23:00.000-08:00

I am not going to lie to you...I am miserable. I am achy, I'm drooling, my gums are nasty sore and to top it all off...I have runny poopy drawers and irony threw in a butt rash for "poops and giggles". As if that wasn't bad enough I am pretty sure mommy almost applied my Baby Orajel to my butt rash and my butt creme to my chops. She was changing my poopy drawers and got in a rush running soiled things to the trash can and back that she just got "confused". When she pulled the Orajel out as she lifted my legs up I just flashed her a nervous smile..you know the look that says "look crazy lady if you dab the tooth ointment on my butt i will kill you in your sleep. I'm cool growing up in a single family home" kind-of look. Anyway, she got the picture and realized she grabbed the wrong tube. Daddy would never do that. he takes his time. he has the diaper changing thing down to a science. Now feeding me? That's a different story. I stayed in this afternoon and watched the Steelers/Chargers game. That was fun. I then napped, ate and pooped again. All in all it was a pretty eventful day. well, i need to see who is winning at the Golden Globes before hitting the hay. Later tators

2009-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00

Wow, it's been a long time since my pudgy digits have touched a keyboard...sorry about that. I have been sooooooo busy with the holidays. We finished up our last family Christmas Hoedown today in New Haven. Wild bunch over there! I had a few nibbles of mommy's mashed potatoes..."hmmmm..yum..yum" they were awesome. I was worried, being new and all, that Santa may not know where I live. I got a couple of great toys that shoot balls out. I don't know who likes them more, me, daddy or our dog Guinness. I have been reflecting...with a new year upon us and all. I have jotted down a few resolutions. First of all, it should be a big year for me. I should learn to walk this year and I should get my flipp'n teeth already. I keep hearing about these "teeth" but I ain't seeing them. It's not like they are a magical mythical unicorn....I know they will eventually appear. My little cousin Max, who by the way is a week older than me, has them! He taunts me with them. You should have seen him at Christmas showing them off. When no one was looking he snapped them at me so I could hear them. No one likes a show off Max. No one! One of my resolutions is to finally make it to Guinness' dog dish before mommy catches me. I want to play in her water bowl. I also would like to drink regular milk. Once I can have milk I am that much closer to being able to taste ice cream. I am tired of the rancid smell of my formula. It is nasty. It smells nasty and it tastes like sweaty feet smells. I am still a little bitter about mom kicking me off the breast milk. That is another subject entirely. Anyhoo...I want to go to the Ft Wayne Children's Zoo. I went last year with Aunt Becca and grandma Myers but i was 3 months old and don't remember much. Finally I would like to become more "cultured". Maybe learn a new language or take up dancing lessons...who knows. I have a lot of free time on my hands. Well, I hope you had a glorious holiday season. Later tators

Gracie's workout video-prepared to be inspired..or not

2008-12-19T17:15:00.000-08:00

Here is my latest work out video...I am hoping to put that dolphin short wearing Richard Simmons out of business. What a pervy tool that guy is. Anyhoo...I couldn't help but notice my naked self in the mirror this morning. Too many festive treats I suppose. I keep finding new dimples that weren't there the day before. Really my focus is cardio. Now that I can crawl I need to be in top dog form. Anyway, if you want to be inspired or entertained click on it...let me know what you think. I have asked santa for bicycle shorts (size 9 months,head band and matching and wrist bands. Hope the big jolly dude delivers. Later tators....

I can crawl.....(forward)..& a Christmas pinata????? What the.....

2008-12-18T16:49:00.000-08:00

well, well, well, guess who can crawl forward now? I will give you a hint...she is small, mighty and is under a year old and can type 50 words per minute! It's me silly! Just in time for the holidays...there is no Christmas tree safe...no presents I can't get to...no dog water bowl that will go without my meaty hand swirling around in it. Christmas is a week away. can you believe it? I am so excited...in case you did not know, it is my first. Mommy got me a red velvet santa dress to wear for church complete with little white boots. I tried it on and I won't lie to you....I look delicious! I will say the red santa hat is a bit over the top, my agent may need to negotiate with mommy, it's not the most comfortable. Will I wear it if it turns heads and makes family members coo an fuss over me, you betcha. Today mommy had her regional company party at our house. there were people there I have never seen before. Imagine laying down for a peaceful nap...the house is quiet and still and when you wake up your mommy drags you down the stairs (not literally of course)to a room crawling with 32 strangers. If the legal drinking age was 9 months I think I would have threw one back. it ended up being okay....until the hideous pinata came out. it was about 3 feet tall with dark piercing eyes...it was creepy. Several of the workers took turns beating it with the end of a broom. it was very "neanderthal of them". Finally one of the therapist swung hard enough and decapitated it...candy went everywhere. That part was cool. I then witnessed grown professional adults willingly throw themselves onto the floor to scurry after candy and gift cards. I hope it was worth it. can you put a price on dignity? I may not be the one to answer this as I am still having bowel movements in diapers someone else changes for me...but it does deserve some pondering. well, I need to check out and get to bed. if we get the snow and sleet they are calling for mommy, daddy, Guinness and I may be snowed in tomorrow. Can you say "party like Artie"....I hope i don't have dreams about that creepy pinata....later tators.

well the tree's up

2008-12-13T17:34:00.000-08:00

Daddy got our tree today. Here is a picture of it. I don't think you can tell to good from the photo but it really looks like Charlie Brown's tree...after being hit by a moving van and drug 10 miles down a dirt road. Poor daddy went to the tree farm and picked it out but when he went to drill the trunk for the tree stand he did it wrong....the tree tilts and has a curved trunk. Mommy tried to doll it up but she could only do so much. She just giggles at it. I think we should have live ornaments...like a family of pine squirrels or racoons maybe a couple of birds.
i think my favorite part was when daddy was yelling at the tree while we were making cookies with Lisa. Daddy used some words i don't think i am supposed to hear. I tried to cup my hands over my ears but I couldn't get them up in time. I don't know what a "sumofabatch" is but it sounds horrible. I helped mommy and Lisa make Christmas cookies and candy today. it was fun. they let me sit at the kitchen island and let me play in the flour and with the cookie cutters. At one point I was able to pull myself up onto the island and almost flipped a container of frosted cookies over. I came so close...they looked so good. I can't wait to have butter! Well, I need to get to bed. Before i do i need to go downstairs and take another look at that tree. Maybe it will look better in the morning....Later tators.

Back on track...solid as a rock....

2008-12-08T17:31:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of me and daddy. I want a shout out to my peeps for their concerns for my bowels. I am happy to report that the brown shower is over. I went from the "brown shower" to Raisenettes in a matter of days. I am starting to make a bit of progress toward crawling forward. i still move around uncoordinated waving my arms around like a circus bear....without the tutu we are getting our tree sometime this week. daddy is going to go get it. I can't wait. Mommy is a little worried wondering how I will react around it. I think she is going to get invest in some pileons and barbwire. Grandma Hurd has her tree up and I just sat there and giggled at it. All those twinkling lights...what's not to love. Mommy took me to the grocery store the other day...that was exciting. i don't think there has ever been a time we have been in the check out lane where some old lonely lady wreaking of "White Diamonds" and spearmint gum hasn't assaulted me by grabbing at my toes or pinching my cheeks. I smile and take it. what i really want to do is bite their fingers and flip over their shopping carts. But until i grow some teeth, walk errect and have some upper body strength I don't see that happening. I guess this is a small price to pay for being so stinkin cute. well, i need to get some shut eye....later tators

Another blow out..."you've got to be kidding me"

2008-12-04T13:03:00.000-08:00

Unbelievable...another blow out and wardrobe change...what's the odds of that happening twice in one day!!!!! Mommy is "unpleasant" right now and is in the laundry room starting the washer back up. I don't think she would be so unhappy if she would not have got the pooh in her mouth when she kissed me. Yeah, you read that correctly. Mommy was holding me and kissed the back of my neck and got pooh on her....I almost threw up for her. It blew up to my neck this time and she didn't discover it until then. Well, I better get back to scrubbing down the bathroom. later tators

Brown Thursday....my first diaper blow out

2008-12-04T12:29:00.000-08:00

well, I won't lie to you. I am exhausted and little chapped. I experienced my first diaper blow out today and it was a doozy. Mommy went to pick me up and I shot pooh on her sweatshirt, pants and all up my own back. Mommy asked daddy to come help her. I have never seen them move so quickly...it was like someone pulled the pin out of a grenade. When daddy layed me in the tub pooh shot out of my diaper onto the shower wall and shower curtain. it was nasty. Mommy then got in the shower with me and got me cleaned up. the after math was nasty too. Mommy later found dollops of pooh in the floor when she stepped in it. She said it was a "sh@tty day". it was rough but I won't lie to you I do feel better. It will be a while before I can trust my toots. I feel betrayed. Moving on...get it "moving"?????...as in bowel movement...lame I know.....Tomorrow aunt Becca is watching me. She had chemo yesterday so hopefully she is up to it. She looks forward to getting me she says I make things better. We cuddle a lot. Grandma has the day off too so I will get some fuss'n all around. nuthin wrong with that. No big plans this weekend except for daddy's basketball game on Saturday and church on Sunday. I think we are gettng our tree either this weekend or next weekend. I can't wait. Mommy and daddy go to Slaters Tree farm outside of Silver Lake to cut a tree down. Pretty sweet if you ask me. Well, I need to powder my bum. later tators.

A tub of Cool Whip and Black Friday......

2008-11-29T09:14:00.000-08:00

I think these two photos pretty much explain why Aunt Bec is my favorite aunt. That Cool Whip was like Heaven...if I could I would have borrowed one of Aunt Chris and Uncle Don's feed harnesses and strapped it behind my ears and shoved that tub of cool whippy goodness beneath my chops....my mouth is watering as I type this. "I love you aunt Bec and I don't care if your hands were washed or not...that finger was the tastiest digit I have ever suckled on". Sad thing was I got all excited when mommy gave me a bit of her mashed potatoes...it was white and whippy and I thought that it was cool whip...they were still good but it wasn't the same. Got up this morning and showered with mommy. I love showering with her and daddy. they sit me in my shower seat and i play with my rubber duckies. I think it is funny that mommy has dimples too....even in the same places...she says mine are cuter...I agree. I went shopping with mommy and grandma Vicky yesterday we had a great time. We did not go early like the other idiots...uh I mean "die hard" shoppers. I heard about that Wal-Mart worker who was trampled to death. I have a hard time believing that people could not feel his body beneath their feet. Unbelievable...those shoppers could probably spot a clearance item from across the store but couldn't see or feel him? That is horrible. I wonder if he was a daddy? Mommy and grandma were talking about how awesome it would be if people would bullrush the church doors like that every Sunday. Wouldn't that be awesome...without the fatality of course. Goodness, almost sounds like I am lecturing. Sorry about that. Just found the Wal-Mart story sad. Well, I need mommy to change my diaper because I smell like a yard goat. Later tators.

My First Thanksgiving

2008-11-24T20:38:00.000-08:00

I am coming off of a hectic social -packed weekend. Saturday was mommy and aunt Becca's birthday so we had the family over for lunch and a movie then we had daddy's side over on Sunday for Thanksgiving. Needless to say I was fussed over and passed around like a hot potato it was awesome. The food was glorious! All the colors and smells. I got to try some mashed potatoes but that was it. I tried to lick mommy's fingers.... by the way, daddy took this picture of me in my bouncey seat. I don't know what is larger my eyes or my mouth. Since Thursday is officially Thanksgiving, I thought I would take a moment and share some things with you I am grateful for. Here you go...I am thankful for mommy and daddy. They keep me fed, clothed, dry and happy. I am thankful for anything with the word "Gerber" on it...and "Pampers". I am thankful for baby wipes...but not the ones with the smelly perfumes and dies in them as they give my bum a killer rash. I am thankful for my Aunt Becca and my family, I am thankful for Guinness (my doggy, again not the dark beer-however, that may be on mommy and daddy's Thanksgiving list). I am thankful for that hideous snow suit mommy has been bundling me up in...it does keep me warm but I could do without the bear ears on top. I am thankful for my new favorite toy, my Curious George monkey-without him I am half the baby. I am also thankful for the finger sweep mommy had to do yesterday when I found a paperclip on her office floor and attempted to digest it. Between you and me...that was a result of some shotty cleaning on her part. Anyhoo....I hope you have a great Thanksgiving and enjoy your time with your family...eat some pumpkin pie for me..and some tators...and turkey...and that red stuff.......man, my tummy is dancing just thinking about it....later tators...

Feeling better now!!!!!!

2008-11-15T17:44:00.000-08:00

Well, sorry it has been so long since I have blogged. I've been busy being sick. I don't know how I got it but it sucked. I was coughing, sneezing, and snauting all over the place. Now mommy and daddy have it. In regards to milestones....not much has changed. Still crawling....BACKWARDS. Still walking in my stroller...BACKWARDS. Let's see, my motor skills are great...lucky for you otherwise my blogging would look like this...akldfajsdfo;kju[werfw
gwelr;akjse;rewilkrjel;krjaejrl;kejl gagheireorwe efeefr3eererer- My hair is growing and I don't know how i feel about that. Don't get me wrong I am digging the fact that my days of being confused as a boy...(even though I am donned in pink from head to toe) are about over. Bad news is now mommy has been buying hair gadgets like barrets and rubber bands...which by the way if she keeps putting them in my hair I will be bald again. Today she got me some barrets with monkies and frogs on them. They are kinda big. Mommy thinks they are cute so I haven't had the heart to tell her they could be a choking hazzard and she may want to hold off snapping one of them onto a lock of hair. But hey...the important thing is I will look sweeeeeet with them in my hair....or in my mouth.....mommy needs to work on her finger swiping skills anyway. Did I tell you that daddy is done with work until next April?....guess i just did. anyhoo...our company business is seasonal so now he will be home with me...a stay at home dad. I am soooooo excited I could pee on myself. I love the shoulder rides he gives me....he is getting better ducking while walking under the ceiling fan in my room. Well, I need to shut this computer down before mommy makes her rounds again and see's me still up. Later tators.

2008-11-03T18:22:00.000-08:00

This is me in my "Halloween" costume. My grandma jean made it for me. Mommy did the whiskers and nose....between you and I- I could have done with out the art work on my face. My first Halloween was awwwwwwwwwesome. I got a glimpse of what's to come. Mommy, daddy and I helped Nate and Lisa hand out candy. I have not had candy yet but it smelled good and the rappers they came in were shiney and made cool sounds. I can't wait to taste them some day. I get chills just thinking about peanut butter cups...and Milk Duds.....my teeth can't come in fast enough. Speaking of which, I believe I have a toothey trying to ram through my bottom gums. I had a little fever today and some excessive drooling. Mommy says that it's a tooth or I got bit by a rabid bat and need a rabbie shot. Did I tell you I added another word to my vocabulary this week? Silly me.....as you know my first word was "mommy" of course and this week I can say "da-da" loosely translated..."daddy". I have to tell you that I had horrible gas the other day and daddy was certain that I pooped in my diaper so when he went to change me he saw that it was clean and then raised the diaper to his nose. My stinker was trapped in my diaper. Good news is my diaper works well bad news is my daddy is a freak show. He spent his college years in a frat house so I guess he is used to funky smells and gross stuff. All I can say is I am just getting started on the smells and funk my little growing body is going to produce in the upcoming years. Any whooooo..........i need to get to bed. later tators.

I can now remove the velcro clasp on my diaper

2008-10-26T18:04:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of me napping with Aunt Becca two weeks ago. Had a big day today. Went to church, to lunch with mom and dad, to a charity 5K then shopping with Mommy, Aunt Bec and mommy's friend Lisa. I can now sit up by myself on the floor without tipping over. I can also pull back the velcro tabs on my diapers, which nearly sends mommy over the edge. Because I get a bit restless during my changings, as you would too if your bum was saturated with warm gooey poo. Not the most comfortable feeling....so I squrim a bit so mommy gave me a rattle in an attempt to distract me. Tell me, what did she think would happen? If my feet and hands tend to wander down there where did she think the rattle would end up? Well, you called it, it landed in my poo I am now down a rattle, which is now in a landfill somewhere in Kosciusko County. Mommy went to a women's retreat with women from her church this weekend. it was our first weekend apart. Daddy called the shots Friday through Saturday. We had a good time. When mommy got home she hugged me a lot and inspected me like a pup on display at the Westminster Dog Show. I don't know what she thought would happen to me under daddy's watchful eye. Probably didn't help that i had two scratches on me from where Guinness. It was an accident. It's not like daddy let Guinness carry me around by the head. I will say this....if I see one more political ad I may shove my head in Guinness' mouth on my own. i am sick to death of them. Well, I need to get some shut eye. Mondays are always rough for me. Later tators.

"I'm sprouting a tooth".

2008-10-19T12:56:00.000-07:00

I am writing this from my crib. Mommy is watching "Don't mess with the Zohan". Aside from the Zohan playing hacky sack with a live cat, Mommy says it's a gross movie. Speaking of gross, I still am battling diarhea...betcha your glad I shared that with you. Mommy says that it is because my teeth are coming in. I had a couple of diaper blow outs...nearly nailed the top of my neck a couple of times. My bottom feels and looks like a wood chipper. Mommy and daddy are now playing "rock, paper, scissors" to see who gets to change me. Mommy has me on a "BRAT" diet. I cried at first when I heard this. I thought she was calling me a dreadful name. I am eating a lot of bananas and rice cereal. I am ready to tear back into my pumpkin and apples and my carrots. Aunt Becca, Wrennie and Jack came over yesterday for breakfast and stayed through lunch. Aunt Bec took a nap with me while mommy made Halloween cookies with Wrennie and Jack. It was a great morning. I could nap with Aunt Bec every day..... she starts a new chemo next week (knock on wood) I hate seeing her sick. She has been through so much. She always smiles when she spends time with me. Sometimes when I go to the store with her she pretends she's my mommy. Well, I need to get some things done. Later tators

EGGO head

2008-10-16T05:04:00.000-07:00

Apparently the economy has hit home...my home as daddy makes me a hat from an Eggo Box. It smelt good...vanillia-eeee....buttermilkeeee....yum! Thought you would like the pic..especially you Aunt Bec.

Later tators!!!

My first trip to Starbucks

2008-10-14T17:40:00.000-07:00

What can I say. I was living high off the hog today. Mommy and me met up with Grandma Myers at Starbucks for an afternoon "pick me up". It smelled soooooo good in there. I don't know what the smell was but it was awesome. I was astounded at the cost of their steamy drinks. What mommy got was the same amount as 10 jars of my favorite baby food "pumpkin and pears". I hope she enjoyed it. I have been dealing with a bout of diareha. It is not pretty. Mommy is applying the rash cream like she is frosting cookies....two big dimply cookies that is. and just as sweet i might add. I got to have lunch with aunt Rebecca today. I look forward to Tuesdays as that is when aunt becca, mommy and me meet up. She is off of chemo this week so she is working on Friday so she won't be babysitting me so she needed a midweek fix, as did I. Guinness, my puppy, stole one of my musical toys, my toy monkey that plays "twinkle twinkle little star" whenever it's stomach is pushed. Guinness chomps down on the monkey and it starts playing music and freaks her out. it is pretty funny. as soon as it stops she picks it back up again. She is crazy. I have declared war on her. She has some pretty sweet toys herself. Wonder how she would feel if i took one of her tennis balls or her squeaky duck. All I have to say is "it's go time puppy". Well, i need to get a bath, have mom slather on the butt paste and hit the sack. Later tators.

"The jar of prunes worked Grandma..."

2008-10-03T19:02:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of me at the computer blogging with Aunt Becca. Actually, I was closing out a bid on E-bay. Sorry it has been so long since I have updated an entry. Boy am I glad it is the weekend. I have had a rough week with my bowels. Baby food can bind you up. Last night at Grandma Jean's (daddy's mommy) she fed me an entire jar of prunes. I was woke this morning by this unusual sound from my tummy. The next think I knew I was covered in a nasty combo of urine and purple feces...my diaper could barely contain it all. Worst part was the mess was on my stomach area...somehow blew all the way from my bottom to the front. I experienced mixed feelings. On one hand I felt much better (and lighter) yet it was like I had my own little landfill in my drawers. It took about 5 wipes to get me cleaned then mommy handed me off to daddy while he was in the shower to rinse me off. I also learned how to flip the velcro flaps on my diapers....apparently they keep my diaper on. Yeah....although the velcro makes a cool sound mommy's quick smack to my hands has proved to be quite the deterant....for now anyway. Aunt Becca and lauren baby sat me today. We danced and played a lot. They are so cool and take such good care of me. I love taking naps with Aunt Becca. I hope she gets better soon. Mommy says she has cancer and I don't know what that is but I wish it would leave her alone!!!!! She will need all her energy breaking fights up between me, Lauren and Jack someday. I know mommy is scared that Aunt Becca will teach me the things that she taught her kids. Well, I need to get to bed. I have a 8am tee time at the golf course. Later tators,

"Dog's should not be given cheese"

2008-09-17T19:02:00.000-07:00

I have been nursing a runny nose. Between you and me, if mommy comes at me one more time with a kleenex I am going to scream (literally). I don't mind q-tips in my ears or water pelting my face but leave my "schnaze" alone. My appetite has returned. Whew, I was worried that I would fall below my fighting weight. I think I am still hovering in the 17 1/2-18 poundage. Last night was horrible. Guinness, our 77 pound black Lab was laying on mommy and daddy's bed with us. This next part is shakey...all I remember is hearing a small "hiss"...kind of like air escaping from a small balloon. The next thing I know is the room is filled with this horrible smell. It smelled like poop. Mommy lifted me up to see if the aroma was seeping from my drawers...I can't lie to you...I had to sniff too sometimes I soil myself and am the last to know it. Any hoo...long story short...Guinness stinkered....Mommy immediately interrogated daddy..."what did you feed her (Guinness not me)", Well apparently daddy gave Guinness a "tiny" peice of mozerella cheese. No sooner than we hear his confession we hear another "hiss". Mommy grabbed me and left the room. It was impressive. Until that moment I thought that I only made smells like that. Apparently that torch has been passed. Moral of the story...do not give your dog cheese....and don't always assume the baby is the one who stinks. Well,...sorry that has been the hi light thus far of the week. Pretty gross I know. Well, I need to get to bed. Later tators.

Vaccinations Stink....so does my pooh.....

2008-09-03T13:58:00.000-07:00

Sorry it has been so long since I have pumped out an entry. I have been quite the busy little bee...."buzz buzz". Let's see where to start...oh yeah, last week SUCKED! Mom suckered me into getting vaccinations. I thought we were headed home from the baby sitter until I peaked out the car window to see the words "vaccination clinic"-yeah that's right, not only can I blog but I can read too. Any hooooo two stabs to "Oprah" (my right thigh) and one stab to her buddy "Gale King" (my left thigh). I got nothing but pain, two cheap "Cars" (the movie) band aids and a day of fever for it. I have been sucking down the baby food though. Oh my goodness do I love it. It is like edible finger paint. I had a scab of squash on my head at bedtime last night. I was pretty proud of that until mommy decided to "pick" it off rather than using a wash cloth. Didn't feel so good. I got even when the prunes caught up with my system. I filled that diaper with warm runny pooh......it was a work of art if I do say so myself. I even tried to drag my foot through it while she changed me but she was too quick. Another day mommy...I will live to pooh another day. Mommy is going out of town this weekend to Lisa's bachelorette party in Indianapolis..by the way don't get me started on last weekend's Colt's opener. I guess they are lazer tagging and going to dinner. This means that I am home with daddy! Daddy is having two of his buddies over and we are going to "party like arty". Sorry, realized just how lame that sounded. Moving on.... daddy has been letting me ride on his shoulders and I love it up there. I giggle and pull at his hair when he puts me up there and sometimes I grind my little heals into the side of his head. Mommy mentioned something about a "pressure point" being up there somewhere. Daddy's best friend Norm is going to be a daddy tomorrow for the first time. He lives in Indy. can't wait for another little playmate. Well, I need to burp and get into my jams and hit the hay. Later tators

I have had a set back with my baby food...

2008-08-29T19:14:00.000-07:00

Here is a picture of me wrestling with Guinness. Check out my guns! I am thinking of making my own little work out video for babies. I won't lie to you, right now my thighs are my problem area. Well, I am a bit upset tonight. mommy has put a stop to introducing baby food to me because of an apparent "rash" that has broke out on my face. So what if i have blotches on my face and it looks like my face caught on fire and was put out with toothpicks...."I want my @%#!* sweet potatoes". So back to the cereal. So needless to say, I have been in a poopy mood. I have been doing some reading, my rash could be Eczema, from laudry detergent or my favorite, "ringworm"...."Oh God, please let it be ringworm and not a food allergy to sweet potatoes...please, please, please...." I am getting angry just talking about it I could just spit! Well, it's ointment time. Gotta go. Later tators,

"What? Do I have something hanging from my mouth?"

2008-08-27T16:53:00.000-07:00

Mommy took this of me tonight. Yes, I am fully aware of how classy it is to have your picture taken with chunks of baby cereal hanging off of your face. Don't worry, I will ambush mommy sometime when she least expects it. Maybe when she has a carton of ice cream tucked in her lap or Cheeto Dust on her face. I got nutthin but time. She won't know what's coming until the flash of the camera pops! Then she will know how it feels. Well, I had some peas last week and then some sweet potatoes last night. The peas were okay but man, those sweet potatoes were awesome. i don't know if i can go back to the green things. Mommy said that watching me eat the sweet potatoes was like watching something from "National Geographic"....she said something about a "feeding frenzy". Again, I am just learning words so I really don't know what that means. All I know is that "I want me some of those sweet potatoes again!". Last night I watched "America's Got Talent" with mommy. They should change the title to "America's Got an Adam's Apple". There was this Brittany Spear impersonator who was a man!!!!! It was awkward. The dude did clean up pretty well and was prettier than some of the female talent. But I won't lie to you, I just couldn't get around the adam's apple. Mommy and daddy are playing in a beach volleyball tourney on Sunday and grandma Myers is watching me for about 12 hours!!!! Oh man that will be great. She has this swing in her living room and then there is grandpa myers. He does this thing with me where he tries to speak Japanesse to me. I don't have the heart to tell him that it really scares me more than it entertains me. He is fun! Any hoo, I feel my diaper filling as we speak I need mom to change me and get me to bed. Later tators,

Boredom sets in...daddy is going to a bachelor party

2008-08-22T18:08:00.000-07:00

Mommy took this picture tonight of me and daddy. He rocks! Not a whole lot has happened since my last blog. Kind of a let down. My days are pretty boring right now. I get up..eat...poop or pee..on a good day I can do both at the same time..burp...and am shuffled between my "exercise" toys like the gauntlet. She (mom) usually starts me in the swing. i can handle that for about a half hour...less if she hits the music button on it. If I hear "Rock-a-by-baby" one more time I am going to shank someone. Next up is the bouncey seat and "suprise" it too plays music. the only consollation is that it also vibrates. Next I get some tummy time on the floor then I finish up in the walker/saucer. It does not go anywhere just has some toys stuck on top of it. Oh yeah, get this....mom and dad don't have to eat formula...they get to eat food that comes in shiney packaging. Daddy likes these things called "Sunchips". When he gets into them I go nuts. I just want a quick sniff. Sometimes if i am lucky after he eats them he holds me and I lean over and lick his hands. Bad thing is so does Guinness, my doggy. I just need to make my licks happen first. Mommy freaks out when Guinness licks herself in the same area that my diaper covers me...then licks me. I have never seen mom move so fast. She is Olympian fast when this happens. Any hoo.... Daddy is going away this weekend for his buddy Nate's bachelor party. I don't know what a bachelor party is. I have overheard some of mommy and daddy's discussions about the "entertainment". I heard the word "debauchery" and "sin"....not sure what they mean I think I will look it up on MSN Encarta tonight after mom and dad go to sleep right after I watch Conan. well, I should go. Later tators....

My mommy does some disturbing things....

2008-08-18T19:50:00.000-07:00

Well I am here with "Geri" my musical giraffe. "Geri" has got me through some pretty long nights...that and the fact I can pull my large toe into my mouth and suck on it. Mommy says one day I may get a job in the circus...or the Vegas Strip...not sure what she means about the latter. Oh well....any hooooo....mommy is in her office and i am on the floor staring up at her adoringly. The seat I am in not only plays music but it vibrates....if it could also make a mean mocha latte that would rock...it would have to be a "skinny" latte because these honk'n thighs of mine aren't getting any smaller. Mommy still calls them "Oprah and Gayle" and they are large and in charge. If they get any bigger mom may have to borrow some of aunt Becca's anti chaffing ointment (she uses when running) to lube up my thighs so I don't get friction blisters. Kind of bored tonight. Went to grandma and grandpa myers' house for a bit. aunt becca showed up and fussed over me. Grandma gave me a bath and Mommy sat me down on grandpa's head...naked..She sat my naked bum on his head. Grandpa said a silent prayer that I would not piddle or poo on him. If he says he didn't then he is a fibber. It was funny at the moment but now as I am writing this the whole thing kinda freaks me out a bit. I mean my rectum was on grandpa's bald head. Sometimes I truly don't know what my mommy is thinking. Yeah, I get how cute my dimply bottom is. Speaking of cute, I am now sitting here curious as to how many calories I burn each day by just being cute. Such a question to ponder. mommy and daddy say all the time they would love me even if I looked like a bridge troll but you and i know...and "Geri" know that is not true. Well, Great Grammy Hurd gets to watch me for a couple hours tomorrow while mommy works. Man, I can't wait to grow some teeth and eat her homemade cookies. Wrennie and Jack talk about them all the time. Well, I need to get some sleep. Burning all these calories is exhausting!!! Later tators.

My first but not last time out.....@&#!

2008-08-14T18:45:00.001-07:00

I am writing this from my crib so I have to be quiet. Apparently I am in "time out". I guess you could say that I had a "melt down" this evening while daddy was watching me. Mommy was at a meeting with one of her bosses. Well, I snapped. I won't lie to you I flat out lost it and began wailing like a banshee. at one point I was sure daddy was going to loose it. I just wanted held. Shouldn't I be held whenever I want? I think so. Mommy and daddy keep using the word "tough love". I am not sure what it means but I can tell you already I don't like it. I was this close (imagine my thumb and index fingers pressing together) to breaking them. Mommy was right on schedule and I was pretty sure daddy was almost there too. Daddy just put me in my crib and told me I would be there until I calmed down. I can play that game too. Just where does daddy think I get my persistence and bull-headedness from? I will admint, I was not match for daddy tonight the dude brought his "A" game. After 10 minutes I realized he was not breaking I shut my pie hole and he came and got me. I was golden until bedtime. Uh oh..shush...........shhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I think I hear mommy coming in to check on me. Gotta go. Okay, I am back, that was close. I had to slide the lap top under my blanket. I better wrap this up. Over all this night sucked. Not only are my parents becoming smarter than me but I am dealing with my first diaper rash. Holy cow.... I have peed and pooped on myself since the day I was born and have not had the rash. What a let down. I keep wanting to touch it and pat at it to see what is going on down there but keep getting my fingers in this medicated salve. mommy keeps swatting my hands away. I can't help myself. the more she tells me "no" the more I want to do it. Well, I want to get a hand of Online Poker in before shut eye. There is this baby from San Diego who is an absolute card shark. Later tators.

So much spit I may dehydrate......

2008-08-13T13:55:00.000-07:00

Whew...what a wet 72 hours. Apparently I am "teething" or at least on the verge of it. Man all I know is that I am a wet sloppy mess. My nose is running...I am slobbering...I don't know if I am eating snot or spit...either way it is pretty gross. Two things are keeping me sane, mommy holding me and the fact that I can literally fit my entire fist in my mouth. The picture to your left should paint you a picture of how large that fist of mine must be. Look at my mouth!!!! By the way, that is grandma Myers in the background holding me. Oh here is a funny story...okay, this morning I was on the changing table in between mommy and daddy's sinks and while mommy was removing my HEAVILY SOILED-AKA "poopy"diaper I grabbed her hair pick from the side of the sink and flung it into my thigh and the handle fell in some poopy debris. I still don't understand why she leaves stuff out near my changing table...she knows I grab everything in sight. Honestly, what does she expect? Mommy did a funny dance and threw her pick in the trash. Any whoooooooo... well I need mommy to get some grub in my tummy so I can keep up with all my out put. later tators.....

Me and Daddy

2008-08-10T18:42:00.000-07:00

Today I Mommy went to her friend Lisa's bridal shower and I got to spend the afternoon with Daddy. Daddy rocks big time. I love it when he carries me....it's a whole nother world up there on his shoulders. I hope I am tall like him some day. We napped a bit this afternoon, around 1 1/2 hours. Guinness napped too then Daddy read to me from my Kid Bible. Man, that Moses was a cool guy. I got to go to Lauren's 6th birthday party on Saturday. She had some of her buddies over and they played and had cake. I can't wait to have cake it looks soooo good. Frosting....sugar...flour...butter....I am smacking my gums just thinking about it. mom tried to get fancy and mixed more cereal with my formula. It's not cake!!!!! Well, I need to get some shut eye and get my cutey sleep. Later tators.

"Mommy gave me cereal...Mommy gave me cereal!"

2008-08-06T18:30:00.000-07:00

In case you missed it in the title, "Mommy gave me cereal" tonight. It was amazing I can't even begin to tell you. I couldn't get enough. It was sweeter tasting than the formula. the best part is that I got to smear it all over my face and mom didn't even freak out. if i get baby formula on me she flips out and wipes me down immediately. with the cereal she grabbed the camera and started taking pics. She will have to get one on the blog soon. Well, that is about all i have to say tonight. Later tator.

sushi, sake and imported beer

2008-08-04T18:36:00.000-07:00

What a weekend. Whew...Where to start...Friday night mommy, daddy, Guinness and I stayed in and vegged out. Saturday night we met up with mom and dad's friends, nate and Lisa and went to dinner and some fancy Schmanzy place at Winona Lake. When we were escorted to our table a group across from us looked a bit freaked out seeing a baby (me) sitting near them. I'll have you know that i sat there for 2 hours without making a peep, aside from a few giggles and squeals. I was an absolute angel I tell you. I witnessed quite the feeding frenzy between mom, dad, lisa and nate. they started out with some sushi and daddy and nate had something called "an import beer" it came in a bottle but not like the ones i'm used to. mommy and lisa had a "saketini" they giggled while the drank them. I eventually grew bored by the time the main course came. Sunday we went to Taylor's 4th birthday party and uncle kyle and emily's house. we BBQ'ed. Taylor made out like a bandit. I got passed around from grandma to grandma before aunt becca snatched me up. I love her...she rocks. mom thought it would be fun to put my bathing suit on and run me through the sprinkler with the other kids. It sucked at first as the cold water pelted my forehead. after a while it was okay. it was more fun to watch the other kids run through it and collide in mid air like battling rams. Taylor's counsin "Mason" bit the dust at one point when his sister ran into him. Uncle Kyle is babysitting me on Friday. He offered. Mommy seemed nervous but I think she worries too much. I heard her mention something to daddy about a "nanny cam"?????? Well, the count down begins today 1 1/2 months until i can start cereal. Man, i can't wait. later tators.

I finally slept through the night!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-07-31T19:49:00.000-07:00

I finally slept all through the night Tuesday. It was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went to sleep when it was dark and I woke up when it was light. I think mommy and daddy were pretty stoked about it. My voice is starting to change a bit...more raspy...like a baby Demi Moore. I am drooling more...mommy says I am getting ready to teethe. I can't wait to start eating what they eat. I am sick of this formula. It smells funny and makes my poop green. I guess i can start eating cereal at 6 months. Not like Lucky Charms or Count Chocula but baby cereal. Oh well.... me and Guinness are becoming pretty tight. I giggle when i pet her and do my squeally laugh. I get to go to Aunt Becca's tomorrow while mommy works. I love going there. I love taking naps with her on the couch and watching Wrennie and Jack play. They fight with each other to hold me. I try not to let it go to my head but it is cool. I can't wait till I can crawl and follow them around. Well i need to get some shut eye and get my cutey rest. Later tators-
Gracie out!!!!!!

Let's catch up

2008-07-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

Sorry it has been so long since I have blogged. Whew, where to start. Well, last Thursday night mommy dropped me face down onto the kitchen floor. Mommy and daddy raced me to the ER to make sure I was okay. I was. Mommy just needs to be more careful pulling me out of the car seat. had my 4 month check up with Dr. Hatcher this week too. apparently I am in the 90th percentile for my weight and 60th percentile for heigth. Mommy still calls my left thight "Oprah" and the right one "Gale King". I don't know what she means by that. I am pretty stoked about tomorrow. we have a family shindig at my great aunt beth and steve's lake house. i am going to be in the lake for the first time. aunt becca gave me one of Wrennie's old bathing suits to wear. I hope I can fit all my rolls into it. Aunt Becca started chemo back up this week. She insisted on baby sitting me on Friday. she sent Wrennie and Jack to grandma Judy's and she kept me. We went for a walk and Great Grandma Hurd came over and made me squeal. It took every ounce of control not to spit up on her from all the bouncing she had me do. I save it for daddy anyway. Guinness and i are becoming best buds. She comes in and checks on me when i am in my crib crying. she shoves her nose through the rails. She is now on a diet because she put on some maternity weight with mommy. Vet says she needs to loose about 13 pounds. apparently mommy and daddy have been giving her two days worth of food every time they fill her bowl. I wonder if i should be nervous? Well, i need to have mommy change my poopy diaper before it creeps up my back and out my drawers. Later tators.

I am a chubby little monkey!!!!!!

2008-07-07T19:56:00.000-07:00

Here is a picture of me and my "crew". FYI I am the chubby little bundle sitting on cousin Wrennie's lap on the couch. The band of aunts took this Sunday at my great Grandma Hurd's house. Max is the other baby at the far left corner. He is a whole week older than me. He is a big boy. Mommy says it's because he eats breast milk. I dunno I am pretty chunky too and I get formula. I still think I can take him. We would look like a couple of midget sumo wrestlers going at. anyway...thought you would enjoy the picture. I need to grab som chow and hit the hay. Later Tators.

BBQ at Grandma's

2008-07-06T16:14:00.000-07:00

Today I went with mommy and daddy to Grandma Hurds for a BBQ to celebrate the 4th of July and cousin Scott and his family visiting from Colorado. It was hot...a real scorcher. Fortunately, mommy took my church dress off and let me just wear my bloomers over my diaper. I enjoy being in just my diaper. I got to play with my new cousin Garrett (from Colorado). Dunno when I will get to see him again. Wrennie and Jack were there too and all of us grandkids got a group picture taken. what a circus that was. I got to sit on Wrennie's lap for the picture. She is soooooooooooo cool. Everyone says that we look alike. Jack is pretty sweeeeet too. He likes to kiss me. Sometimes I am afraid our eyelashes will stick together when he kisses me. His eye lashes are like little kabob sticks. I think I made mommy mad when I pooped while she was changing my diaper. Dunno what her problem is...she gets pretty grossed out when I kick while she changes me and my feet get in my poop. Feels pretty darn good to me....nice and cool. Well, I need to take a nap. Big hectic day today!!! Later tators!

Gracie Laughing-First Day of Blogging

2008-07-06T15:56:00.000-07:00

Because we have a number of friends and family miles away I thought that the best way to keep in touch/updated was to create a blog. Gracie is changing every day...every day is an adventure, to say the least. We realize how blessed we are and what a gift God has given us. She is only 3 months old now but I have not laughed so much in my lentire life. She is already a little comedian!