Big Belly

Grace and I started the day off right by heading to the gym first thing. She had an hour of play time and I had an hour of pain time. The good kind though. The Zumba instructor this morning did not play around. I will definitely be sore tomorrow.

Afterwards, we ran a couple of errands before stopping by Tropical Smoothie to pick up some lunch.

Next was naptime, but Grace thought otherwise. She absolutely refused. She wasn't mean about it or anything. In fact, she was quite the opposite, which is probably why I didn't protest the skipped nap too much. Who can refuse a girl who kept proclaiming, "I love you sooooo MUCH, Mama!"

When Mike came home, she was so excited to have a fresh playmate. She made him push her around the house in her boat, a cardboard box leftover from Costco, while singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat". This tired her daddy out so much he suggested they play 'nap'. She obliged by bringing him pillows, stuffed animals to sleep with, and then covering him with a blanket. He got to nap for about a minute before she declared, "Wake up, Daddy, wake up!" And when that didn't do the trick of rousing her sleepy daddy, she said, "Get up, the alarm is ringing!"

It is now 9:30, officially an hour past her bedtime and it is finally quiet in her room. Up until five minutes ago, she was singing "If You're Happy and You Know it Clap Your Hands."

Hopefully tomorrow there is more sleeping in store for Grace. Where, oh where, does she get all this energy?

Mike and Grace were looking at a 'Where's Waldo' book and Grace pointed out a character that had a big belly. Mike asked if she thought the guy had a big belly. Grace's response: "Yes, just like Daddy!"