The other day I chopped up some broccoli for dinner then put it in a pan and went outside to check on the grill. When I came back inside, Gracen had personified the broccoli into a family. There was a mommy broccoli, a daddy broccoli, a baby broccoli, and several brother and sister broccoli, all according to their sizes. And she was playing with them! Whether it makes me a good mom or not, I just let her play with them - it was just too funny (they DID get cooked later, after all!).
She's been making a lot of stuff into "families" lately. Like cars. And blueberries. This morning she picked out a mommy blueberry, a daddy blueberry, and a baby blueberry. She was pretty distressed when she realized she had eaten the mommy and daddy and had only a baby blueberry left. She carried that blueberry around for a long time. ...In fact, I don't know if it ever got eaten. :)
We've been getting up early to run at the track before it gets deathly hot (how many 100+ degree days can we possibly have in a row?!?). Which means the kids have been a little tired. Gracen fell asleep like this at 6:40 one night. I decided to just put her to bed. Unfortunately that resulted in us being up for a couple of hours in the wee hours of the morning.
Sure love this girl.
P.S. I lost her at Wal-mart today. One minute I was checking out and everybody was there, the next minute she was GONE. We did the code Adam thing and a store worker found her at the very back of the store in the SHOE department, lining up pairs of Dora the Explorer shoes! Only long afterward does it seem illogical that the instant I realize a kid isn't with me I immediately imagine that the most horrible person in the world has snatched them up and whisked them far from the store already. Those are the split moments when I wish I kept my kids on a leash. :)