Yeah. Not anymore.
I would relive the first six months of her life for three years straight if it would erase all the drama of the last six months. Because that crap sucked.
In the middle of it all, though, have been some bright spots. Gracie's turned into a total chatterbox, with a running commentary on just about everything. She loves to read books to us, which is usually generally hilarious. She's started acting out elaborate scenarios, complete with elaborate instructions for everyone else playing.
|There were monsters in the backyard. Obviously.|
She's become quite the dancer....her moves are, um, about as good as they've ever been, but she actually seems to have fun with it now. Her favorite stage is the loading dock outside the Y, which she and her BFF are actually convinced IS a stage for their dancing show.
|During a brief solo|
The other day, she dribbled a ball all the way from the front door to the back of the kitchen-the length of the house- and announced, "Mama, I'm a GOOD soccer player."
|I don't have any pictures of her playing soccer.|
The last six months have sucked a lot, and I'm glad to put them behind us. Hopefully the next six will stick to make-believe, dancing, and messes.