Turkish Dancing

My dance is my dance. If you don't like it, then you can go to Turkey. They like me a lot there...

To my fellow toddlers...

Mommy and Daddy are always trying to get us to smile for the camera. What is it with parents and cameras? It's like they think that by capturing the moment they can freeze us in time and show us off to all their friends and someday blackmail us in front of our future spouses and stuff. Well... they can make us pose, but they'll never make us smile!

Can you guess what frog-brother is doing?

No. I don't laugh nearly enough. I probably shouldn't hold it in like I do. But when I do laugh, it's non-stop gigglicious break-neck hilarity.

What I want to be when I grow up

Dad always goes overboard on his interviews. Click and see. He's silly. Oh, and yes, I, Graham, do not prefer to wear a shirt when eating. Besides which, it would just get dirty.

bad hair day

It was a bad hair day. I guess we all feel like this every now and then. The fuzz is falling out of your lamby. Your hair looks like this. It's Monday. And you peed in your bed.

Just do what I do:
1. Take a double shot of whole milk.
2. Cry and grumble a lot.
3. And get a new pullup on.

You'll make it. Hey--I did.

beautiful

I'm not up for speaking just yet. Blogging I can do, but so far I can't talk too much. Still working on perfecting my, "La la la la." I almost have it.

But that's okay in this case, because words can't even begin to describe all the ways in which my mommy is beautiful. Wouldn't you agree? They call me Grace, but I get it all from her. She knows everything. Daddy doesn't have a clue when I start crying what he should do. But mommy, well--suffice it to say, I'm just "ga-ga" for her!

contemplations

What is the meaning of life? As I sit here with just my thumb and self, I wonder, like so many of you, why am I here? If it is only for the sake of the here and now, then "let us suck, drool and spit up, for tomorrow we die!" Yet, there is a gnawing hunger inside of me. It won't let me go. Not to mention, I'm teething. I have more than just a yearning for clean diapers. It is an emptiness that no ordinary binky can satisfy. And while we're at it, why all these big people making incoherent jibberish sounds and pinching my skin? That really riles me.

spaghettercise

We've placed a hidden video camera right in front of Graham's face to see what happens when he eats dinner. Yes, this is a typical meal. There are no stunt doubles.

don't be afraid

It's spaghetti night here. Grace was having fun a minute ago, even though she didn't eat the spaghetti. We wanted to share, but Mommy said, No. Connor and I like to swing on the swing with Grace, but Mommy said, No. I didn't want to clean off my spaghetti sauce moustache, but Mommy said, No. So we just got Daddy to take this pic instead. Grace looks afraid. I told her, "Don't be afwaid, Gwacie! It's only a pic-chewuh."

my first dance

Here's me (Grace) and Daddy, dancing. I'm not sure if I'm all left feet yet, because I really don't know my right from my left, but this is my first dance, so I'm a little bit nervous. Daddy seems to be really happy about it, though. He told me I was really pretty. He likes to tell me that a lot. He also said that pink is my color. What do you think? We just got up, right there in the restaurant, and started dancing. People were staring and smiling. I'm not sure I liked all the attention. Except from Daddy.
He says I have Mommy's eyes.

paint the town pink

Finally. I'm Grace. Hello there. The boys keep on hogging the blog-thing. We call them the Smothers Brothers because sometimes they really overwhelm me. But just for the record, I am more than just a doll to be thrown into a photo here and there. I am a Sis to be reckoned with. This photo demonstrates that yes, I do have a little attitude and personality of my own. Not to worry--everything's looking quite rosy!

be yourself

Daddy said for us to just "be ourselves." After the 12th picture we think he realized it just couldn't get any better than this.

I'm Graham, and in all my years, I've never met anyone who can do this. Besides me.

I'm Connor, and no one understands and appreciates Graham the way I do. He does this kind of stuff all the time. We still love him.

Grace is taking a nap now, or she would be here to say, "Pffffghbbbbb," to you.

new kid on the block

When we welcomed Grace into the world, it was really no big deal. It only took one week for Mom and Dad to get all 3 of us together for this picture. And we're really not forcing ourselves to smile. We normally smile this enthusiastically. Especially when we get candy for doing so. We are siblings. We are supposed to like each other. We just keep reminding Grace, "You will be assimilated..."

Don't you like the name Grace? We think it's just Amazing.

tea party?

Only time we'll ever throw a tea party is to honor the newest member of the family. So here we are obediently posing, as Mommy told us we had to do... if we wanted candy. Not that we don't like tea. We even got out the picnic basket. What do you think?