My View of Heaven

Is there any invention in the world more wonderful than that onion dispenser they have in the food court at Costco? I don't think there is. Costco hotdogs are so yummy anyway, with those warm chewy buns. But it's definitely the freshly chopped onions that put their hotdogs over the top into Superb Hotdogdom.

I have to admit, though, I'm kind of craving hotdogs right now. Actually, I've been on a bit of a hotdog kick for a while now, and I'm not sure why. To tell you the truth, it's rather impressive for me to be on a "hotdog kick" considering that for a considerable portion of my life I did not like hotdogs at all. I ate them as a small child, but at some point around middle school or so I decided they weren't for me. It was probably when someone first tried to freak me out with horror stories about "what goes into" hotdogs. Maybe I was grossed out, and maybe I just wanted to fit in with all the girls who said things like "eeeww sick!" and were grossed out by what went into hotdogs. Maybe I didn't even care. But either way, at some point I decided that I didn't like hotdogs and I stopped eating them.

It wasn't until college that I started eating, and even liking, hotdogs again. It was sort of forced upon me, though. The college I went to, OC, served the exact same meal every Sunday night: hamburgers and hotdogs. I started out eating their hamburgers, but they were really gross. I'm kind of fussy about hamburgers as it is, and I just couldn't stomach their thin, greasy, rubbery patties. So I decided to give the hotdogs a try. At first it really was just a case of "beats the alternative" but after the weeks and months went by, I actually started to look forward to my Sunday night hotdog.

But you know, maybe it wasn't the hotdog itself that I was so fond of. Maybe it was just that the hotdog was part of an even bigger ritual: The Sunday Ritual. I didn't necessarily set out to make a Sunday Ritual, but being a creature of habit, I just did the same thing every Sunday and Ta Da! A Sunday Ritual was born. And now when I look back at the Sundays I spent in college, they are some of the happiest Sunday memories of my life.

Sundays, in college, really started out on Saturday night when I would stay up WAY too late goofing off with my friends, or going to the movies, or having one of our famous Suite 200 dance parties. (Don't get any funny ideas, it was an all-girls dorm.) Then on Sunday morning, I would roll out of bed just in time to grab a shower before heading out to church. My memories of Sunday morning worship during college are unfortunately a little fuzzy. I was always so sleep-deprived that I would have to work hard to keep myself from nodding off during the sermon. (Or as Brandon would say, "I see you brought Bob to church." As in head bob. Nevermind.) I certainly wasn't giving God my best in that arena, but I still enjoyed the worship time and getting to see my church family. After church, we would go back to campus and eat lunch in the cafeteria. The cafeteria always had good old-fashioned Sunday dinners like turkey, ham, roast, brisket, potatoes, and veggies. I would eat all of the above as well as a couple of those Sunday rolls that put the OC cafeteria on the map. Oh, and a square of that cheesecake stuff. Then someone would have to roll me out of the cafeteria and back to my dorm where I would glance at my homework as I fell into bed for a long Sunday afternoon nap.

And here let me pause to wax poetic about my college bed. It was a regular old metal framed extra long twin bed like every other college in America has, but it was soooooo comfortable. The mattress was that perfect combination of soft and firm, and it had soft cuddly blankets, and it was boxed into a corner so I was enclosed on three sides. It felt like my own little sleep cubby. All I would have to do was crawl under the covers and I'd be asleep in two seconds. I've never slept as well in my life as I did in college. (That may possibly be due to the fact that I never stayed up so late as I did in college, though. My whole freshman year I don't think I went to bed in the PM one single time. We were always up to greet Oriana when she did her midnight room check!)

So after the nap I would, again, glance fleetingly at my homework as I headed out to go for a walk around campus with Tamara, or some other such nonsense. Then at 5:00 it was time for evening worship and we'd all pile in the car and head back down to Wilshire. After worship, it was time for my hotdog. And after such a warm, cozy, do-nothing type of day, who wouldn't have fond memories of whatever they happened to eat for dinner that night? I certainly do! (Of course after my hotdog, it was finally time to actually do some homework that I'd been shirking all weekend. And thus the cycle of staying up waaaay to late started all over again.)

But even without a cozy college Sunday, I'm still craving hotdogs! So please pass the mustard and some freshly chopped onions if you have them.

The following picture illustrates one of the primary differences between Baby Grace and Baby Lily (when Lily was a baby).

When Lily got sleepy, she fussed and cried and fussed and cried and fussed some more. We would rock her and swing her and see if she wanted to eat more and change her diaper and rock and swing her some more until she finally went to sleep. (If you left her alone, she would cry and scream and get herself all worked up.) She had to have a bottle to fall asleep, and if she woke up we would have to start the whole process all over again. Getting Lily to fall asleep was always a battle.

But what does Baby Grace do when she's sleepy? Well, she falls asleep, of course. This afternoon, I was cleaning up the kitchen and Grace was wanting to kick around, so I put her on a blanket in the living room and went back into the kitchen. She talked and laughed and did the occasional fuss and finally went quiet. When I went in to check on her, she'd zonked out. It was so outside my realm of parenting experience that I actually took a picture. Now, I'm not saying that she never fusses. She does, and as she gets older she has more of the occasional fussy days. But in general she'll sleep when she's sleepy, even if she occasionally has to fuss her way to sleep. She still is able to fall asleep on her own, which is HUGE!


One of my great joys in life is having people play with my hair. Lily has just recently become interested in playing with hair, which I greatly encourage. So on Sunday afternoon, she was The Singing Hairdresser and Jim got a little video of it.


The other day on our way to go hiking, Lily said the ABC's all by herself for the first time. We'd sung it together plenty of times and I figured she knew the letters, but this was the first time she'd done it on her own, unprompted. I tried to get her to repeat the performance, but she didn't want to perform. She skipped N and then decided she was done around S. Oh well, it's still cute.



Grace is a roller! Yeah yeah yeah, I know she rolled over when she was 6 days old, but after a handful of rolls, she went on rolling hiatus and didn't pick it up again until today. So now, at nearly 3 months old, Baby Grace is, once again, a roller!



Lily is always wanting to hang out with and hold Baby Grace. She wants to hug her and kiss her and read books to her. It's really sweet. Anyway, this day they were watching Sesame Street together and I tried to get them both smiling.

I got Grace smiling...
I got Lily smiling...
And I got them both being happily silly. :)

You know that saying that says something about how having kids is like having your heart walk around on the outside? Well it is completely true, and that point was driven home last week when I had a mama bear moment. I've always known that kids can be cruel and that some day I'll have to deal with one of my sweeties coming home from school crying because someone was mean to them. I don't mean "deal with" like it's an inconvenience, but more like "come to terms with." I need to figure out how I'm going to handle it when someone breaks my baby's heart because in so doing they'll break my heart as well. I'm not the sort of parent who feels the need to protect my children from all the heartbreak of the world. I think it is an important lesson to know how it feels to be treated poorly, that way they know what a blessing it is when they treat people well. But I totally understand where the urge comes from to protect and shelter your children from the cruelty and heartbreak of the world. Because when they hurt, you hurt a thousand times more.

Anyway, back to my mama bear moment, or really what could have been a mama bear moment if I hadn't (thankfully) had a little perspective on the situation. It was on Thursday, my birthday, when we had the MOPS outing to the park. Lily and I were walking at the front of the pack, and as soon as the park was in view, Lily started to get really excited. She kept pointing and yelling, "Look Mom the park! Do we get to go play?" and she would do a skip-jump every now and then out of excitement. Her excitement reached fever pitch when we stepped onto the wood chips, and my sweet little girl went dashing toward the swings (her favorite) with thrill and reckless abandon.

Another boy, who was an almost-five-year-old, also went dashing toward the swings, hopped up on one, and yelled to his mom, "Mommy, come push me!" Lily was right there near the boy, and being excited beyond measure and the most helpful two year old I've ever known, she enthusiastically yelled, "I'll push you!" and was just reaching out to give him a shove when he glared at her and sternly said, "No!"

Lily was taken aback. She pulled her hand back and stood there staring at the boy, not knowing what to say. She tried again, more timidly this time, "I'll push you..." Again the boy asserted, "No!"

Lily looked down at the ground, and then around at her surroundings.

She was looking for Mommy.

I sat down on the border where concrete met wood chips and called her over to me. She walked over and said, "I was askin' my buddy I could push him..." she was starting to choke up and I knew we were seconds from tears if I didn't say the right thing. So I gave Lily a hug and told her cheerfully, "That was so nice of you to want to push your buddy! I'm so proud of you for being such a helpful girl. You buddy just wants his mommy to push him, though." (then the classic mom move of changing the subject) "Do you want to go swing? I'll push you." She jumped right up and ran over to the next swing and forgot all about her buddy not wanting her to push him.

But I have to tell you, folks, my first reaction was to think, "What a mean little boy! Lily is only two! He should humor her!" and then I came to my senses. He's only four years old. Four year olds are allowed to have bad manner sometimes (I mean, not if you're their mom, but if you're not it's good to be gracious). Not only that, but he probably wasn't even being rude. He was probably just being shy and didn't want someone he didn't know pushing him on the swing. He wanted his mommy. Or maybe he was thinking, "this little pipsqueak could never push me high enough." Fair point. Either way he was only being a slightly inconsiderate child (he really is a nice kid) and I was just reacting to my sweet daughter.

But my initial reaction got me thinking about how through the years I'm going to encounter people who are purposefully rude to my babies. How am I going to react to that? Well for one, I'm going to start out by surrounding them throughout their lives with people who love them and support them. If they feel loved they'll have the confidence to deal with times when people act unloving. And so far we're succeeding on that front. Lily has lots and lots and lots of people who love her. She has plenty of family members, of course, but she also has her church family. She has mommies who will take her to the potty when needed, give her a bite of their dinner if she asks, scold her for doing something dangerous, and give her hugs and tickles and loves (and the occasional candy heart) whenever they see her. She also has buddies of all ages. The teen girls who babysit her, the teen boys who make her giggle when they walk by to pass the Lord's supper on Sunday, the tween girls who hold her hand and play with her after worship, the little girls who jump on the bed with her (well they did, but we've put an end to that), the little boys her age who play cars and dress-up with her, and every age in between. I think having that extended family of people who love her is the first step in nurturing a child who has the confidence to deal with the occasional hurtful word.

And how do I deal with it? I guess I just have to tell myself that that mean little child is someone else's baby and a child of God. Hopefully that will keep me from giving the a piece of my mind when they hurt my babies! If I don't keep my perspective, this mama bear could ROAR!

Today was the PERFECT day for a hike. It was cool in the morning, but warmed up to around 70 degrees by noon. It was sunny with a slight breeze, and one of those days that makes you happy you live in northern Idaho. Ok, most days are like that for me, even the cloudy ones. Anyway, we decided to head up to Mineral Ridge, where we'd been once before last summer. (P.S. If you click on that link and scroll down, there's a picture of me in my swim suit. Compare it to THIS pic of me from earlier this summer. Sing it with me, folks... "what a difference a year maaaakes...")

Anyway! The hike! The hike went well. I fed Baby Grace just before we left the house and when we arrived at the trail head, she had a stinky diaper, which I'm glad I caught before we headed out! With Grace filled and emptied, she was able to sleep the whole hike all snug in the Moby, and then I fed her again at the trail head after the hike. Lily rode in Jim's pack most of the way. She got out to run around at the abandoned prospect and we tried to let her walk on the trail on her own for a while, but she was far too interested in the grass and rocks and pine cones and chipmunks to be able to trust to walk on her own and not fall down the hill. So back in the pack she went!

Jim and Lilypie at the trail head.
Grace and I at the trail head. She fell asleep about 2 minutes later.
This was the abandoned prospect that Lily had a great time exploring. (See videos below for proof!)
She wanted to get a rock to give to Daddy.
The girls in the cave.
Some fellow hikers kindly took a family picture for us.
Lily and Jim with Lake Coeur d'Alene in the background.
Grace and I with the lake. Notice the paci on a lanyard. It's a hiking device we figured out with Lily. It sure beats sucking dirt of a pacifier for your kid!
Jim and Lily again... being silly.



Lily entering the abandoned prospect for the first time. She was nervous at first...


...but after a while she was having a great time and didn't want to leave.

I have no idea why I feel compelled to share my birthday gifts with the world, but I do. For those of you who are completely uninterested in my birthday and/or birthday gifts, may I direct you to the end of this post where you will find pictures of two particularly adorable girls. And if you are not interested in adorable children, then why are you reading my blog?

Ok... moving on to my Birthday!!!!

I'll start with a quick recap of my birthday festivities. There was a MOPS event planned on my birthday. It was an ice cream social at the park in our subdivision. So I went to that and hung out with the 5 other moms and 14 children under the age of 5 (the children, not the moms, were under the age of 5). It was a lot of fun and all the kids went home tired and ready for a nap. I was very happy to be within walking distance. :)

Lily, Grace, and I spent the rest of the day lounging around and watching movies, but when Jim got home it was time to open presents. Oh, but let me back up. When Lily woke up in the morning, the first thing she said to me was, "What can I open, Mom? Can I open your presents?" I told her that she would have to wait for Daddy to get home. So the first words out of her mouth when Daddy got home were, "Can I open Mommy's presents now?"

So we waited while Jim hid the presents, and then got to go look for them. (This is a Jim's family thing. They always hide your presents from you and you have to go find them.) Then we went out to dinner and had cake and went to bed. All in all it was a full but relaxing day!

Now onto the gifts!

Jim got me an Otterbox Defender case for my iPhone. I've wanted one since I saw my sister-in-law, Holly's, at Christmas. And it is pretty stinkin' cool! (He also got me various and sundry other things, including a Cake Wrecks book and a novel about polygamy!)

Shyla and Clay got me a few things from my Amazon wishlist, including this mortar and pestle. And...

...these coffee mugs and four bags of this Eight O'Clock Colombian coffee. I love these mugs because they look like disposable mugs with sleeves, but they're insulated reusable mugs. Awesome! And recently I was talking to Holly (she seems to have a big influence over my birthday gifts this year...) and she mentioned how Eight O'Clock Colombian coffee was recently named the best tasting cup of coffee. I made some this morning and it was a good cup of coffee!

This is what Grace got me. Jim took Lily shopping at Borders for my birthday gift. Lily got me the movie "Enchanted" (which I had wanted) but she was having a hard time leaving the store. She's kind of crazy about books. So Jim dubbed this gift a "how to get out of Borders with a book-crazed two-year-old" gift. It's actually a really cool book and it came with a necklace and some stickers. Thanks Goo!

Jim's parents got me several kitchen items including a pan that I wanted, some new Pyrex (so that I can bake and freeze more often), and this food scale! I know that food scales are typically employed by dieters and diabetics, and though I do now fall under the heading of the former, my intentions for the food scale are at the opposite end of the spectrum. My food scale is for baking! Alton Brown is a big believer in weighing ingredients rather than measuring them and he tsk-tsk's you if you don't use a food scale. I have a kind of crummy spring-style one that I got from the Dollar Tree a few years back, but this one beats the socks off of that one. I can't wait to go bake something!

I don't have a picture of the gift from my parents, because, in an ill-disguised fit of sneakiness, my mom got me a "trip to the Copper Colander" which is an awesome kitchen store in Billings. Now, while this is a perfect gift because I love kitchen stuff and the Copper Colander is pretty amazing, I know that she is just making it impossible for me to collect my birthday present without her getting to see her grandchildren. Don't deny it! I know how you grandmother-types work! Sneaky is your middle name. Luckily, we have a trip to Billings planned in just a few weeks!

And speaking of grandchildren... here are the aforementioned adorable pictures!

What? That's not a grandchild? It's not, but it IS a picture of a Cheerio TAKEN by a grandchild.
Lilypie loving on Gracie-cakes.
What color are those eyes? I'm convinced now that they're not going to be blue, and probably not green. But are they going to stop at this hazel-gray color or continue on to brown?

Look at those crazy-long eyelashes!
Two girls being goofy.

We have a bunch of those bracelet rattles and we strapped one on to each of Grace's appendages the other day and then gave her a rattle to hold.
It was fun!


Sleepy girl.
...and suddenly Blogger turns my pictures again. Sigh.

Last night when we got home from church, we put Lily to bed and Jim ran back out to buy a cake mix so that I could make my birthday cake. (Yes, I realize I'm not 8 years old, but I LOVE Rainbow Chip.) While he was gone, Grace and I were talking and smiling together, and Grace gave me the best birthday present ever. AND in the grand tradition of Kleins, she gave it to me early! What did she give me? Well, you'll have to watch the video to find out....




That's right, folks, last night for the first time ever Grace laughed! It was SOOOOOO cute! After her first laugh, I dashed upstairs and grabbed the camera and was able to record her second laugh on video. Then while I made cupcakes, we spend the rest of the evening smiling and laughing with our little sweetie. It was the first of thousands and thousands of laughs I will hear from this little girl, and I am pleased to say that she has a very good laugh. It is very jolly.

Lily also gave me her birthday present last night, but hers was of the more conventional sort. She got me the movie "Enchanted" which I had borrowed from a friend a while back and had fallen in love with. She also did me the favor of ridding it of shrink-wrap on the way home from the store. What a helper! :)

My birthday gift to myself is thus: I have a college friend, Kevin, who is the John the Baptist to my birthday. (In other words, his birthday is the day before mine, so he ushers in my birthday.) He wrote a post of Facebook yesterday about how he's been working on losing weight and has been successful, but that on his birthday he is going to eat whatever he wants. What a great idea, Kevin! So I officially declared my birthday Eat What I Want Day and I'm not going to count calories or even open up my Lose-It app. I'm not going to go out of my way to eat unhealthy stuff (ok, well maybe a little out of my way) but I'm just going to eat whatever sounds good and not worry about a few little indulgences throughout the day.

There are more birthday festivities to come, but they'll have to wait for another post.

This Saturday will mark six weeks since I started using the Lose It app to try and lose my baby weight. I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seat to see how I've been doing, so I'll tell you. I have the program set up so that I'm supposed to lose one pound a week and so far I've done just that. In almost six weeks I've lost six pounds. I'm seven pounds from my pre-Grace weight and am fitting into my pre-Grace clothes.

Budgeting my calories was difficult at first. At the end of the day I wouldn't have a whole lot of calories for dinner, and throughout the day I felt like I was constantly telling myself, "don't eat that!" But now that I've gotten used to it, I know what I can snack on if I'm hungry and what to steer clear of. I've learned to stick with cereal for breakfast because if I have pancakes or eggs, I'll pay for it later! I've also learned to look at a restaurant's calories before going to the restaurant. Early on we went to Red Robin for dinner, but the Lose-It app doesn't have Red Robin's nutrition information so I was unable to look at my choices when we got there. I had saved up my calories for the day, but I thought I'd try to be "healthy" and ordered the Whiskey River BBQ Chicken Wrap with French Onion Soup instead of fries. A wrap has to be better than a burger, right? WRONG! The soup was fine, but the wrap itself has 1,112 calories!!! I could have had a burger for fewer calories! (But honestly that wrap is so good... it's better than a burger.... probably because of all of the FAT. If Dr. Molly Hill taught me nothing else, it's that Fat Tastes Gooooood.) Needless to say I was over my budget for that day! So I've learned that if you want to eat out, you need to check the calories before you order. (By the way, Panda Express has some great choices. Several of their entrees have fewer than 250 calories each.)

I've also learned that soccer is a fabulous form of exercise. In the app you can choose "general, casual" or "competitive" soccer. I chose the less strenuous version and in one 90 minute game I burn 754 calories. If I were playing "competitive" I would be burning 1,132 calories. (I could have a Whiskey River BBQ Chicken Wrap!) I've also learned that walking is a disappointing form of exercise. In an hour I only burn 193 calories. Better than nothing I suppose!

So anyway, if I can keep up at this pace, I'll be back at my pre-Grace weight in early November. Then we'll start working on the Lily pounds! I'll keep you posted!

Dear Brakes on My Santa Fe,

Thank you so very much for working!! Thank you for safely and suddenly stopping me when some punk teenager thought he could pull out in front of me to turn into the new Walmart parking lot. If it hadn't been for you, we would have been in a wreck, which would have been bad news because I still hadn't returned my wallet to my diaper bag and was therefore driving without a license. (Eek!) But because of you I did not get into a wreck at all. Also because of you stopping the car so suddenly and spilling the contents of my diaper bag onto the floorboard, I actually realized that I had forgotten my wallet before I went to Target and repeated Monday's embarrassing incident. (Though I am convinced that the Target employees would have been much nicer about the whole situation. I love Target.) So thank you brakes! I am indebted to your friction.

Sincerely,

Alyson

This is a conversation that transpired between Lily and I a little while ago. Keep in mind, this child will be two-and-a-half tomorrow.


Lily: Mommy, I need your help!

Me: What do you need help with?

Lily: I can't bring my stuff downstairs, I need your help.

Me: I'm feeding Baby Grace right now, Lily, I'll help you in a minute.

Lily: You can put Baby Grace down and help me.

Me: No, sweetie, I'll help you when I finish feeding Baby Grace.

Lily: That's ok, I'll bring it down myself.

Me: What are you trying to bring downstairs.

Lily: I tryin' to bring my stroller downstairs.

Me: No, Lily, that stroller is too big for you to bring downstairs by yourself. I'll help you when I'm finished.

Lily: No, it's ok Mom I'll just bring it down myself.

Me: No, Lily, I do not want you to bring it down yourself...

(Lily interrupts): Listen Mom! Listen Mom! Listen to what I'm saying. I'm saying I'll just bring it downstairs myself.

(Now is when I'm stifling laughter because she sounded just like me with the whole "Listen to what I'm saying" bit.)

Me: Lily, I don't want you to bring it downstairs because you could drop it.

Lily: It's ok. If I drop it, I'll just pick it up. It's ok, Mom.

Me: No, it's not ok because you could drop it and trip over it and get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt. You are not going to bring it downstairs.

Lily: If I get hurt, I'll just come downstairs and say, "hey Mom, I'm hurt!" It's ok, Mom.

(About this time Grace finishes her lunch so I'm able to go get the stroller. Lily is still downstairs arguing her case. I bring the stroller down.)

Lily: Hey, Mom! You brought the stroller downstairs for me! Thanks!

(She strolls around for a minute.)

Lily: Mom, I just going to bring the stroller upstairs now, OK?

Dear Grandma Lala,

Thank you for your timely gift of a priority envelope full of books. I had one of THOSE days. You know the days where your child gets a spanking before even leaving their room in the morning, and is put down for a nap at 11:30 because she needs it. Then she proceeds to sleep for THREE HOURS and wakes up in a fine mood, so you make your last-minute dash to the grocery store to get stuff for taco salad before company comes over to watch Monday Night Football. Then when you're in the checkout line you discover YOU FORGOT YOUR WALLET! You tell the cashier and fret over what to do, only to remember you can WRITE A CHECK! All is well until she needs to see ID for your check. Then you go home crying with no groceries, a fussy baby, and a toddler who keeps asking, "Why did they take our stuff away, Mommy?" And when you get home you still need to feed the baby and tidy up and figure out what to cook, and there it is on your doorstep: BOOKS! So Lily is upstairs, happily reading NEW BOOKS and Baby Grace is napping after a snack, and I am (writing this blog) getting the house in shape. Thank you for the books! I may have been driven to drinking without them.

Sincerely,

Alyson

Dave and Anna take the prize! Grace was channeling her inner Grandpa Steve in this picture.



(I couldn't find a picture of Steve looking quite as surprised as Grace looks... this was the closest I could come.)

Dear BumGenius,

Thank you for making fancy-pants cloth diapers. Within a day of cloth diapering Grace, her diaper rash was completely cleared up and her bum looked much healthier and happier. Her bottom may be disproportionately poofy now, but it's kind of cute. I never realized that cloth diapers could be so high-tech, but I'm grateful for it!

Sincerely,

Alyson

We have silly girls. That's about the long and the short of it. My mom bought them matching outfits, so I dressed them alike the other day and we had a photo session, which is always a challenging endeavor.

This was the best shot as far as child happiness goes, but unfortunately I was focusing too much on making children happy and too little on framing the picture correctly. Oh well.



Lily decided to make mad faces toward the end.
I got out Graces play mat the other day and she enjoyed it.

Lily has this really cool sticker book that my mom got her. It has about 10 pages of themed stickers, and each theme is something like farm animals, zoo animals, princesses, fairies, tea party, ballerina etc. So we were playing with this sticker book the other day, making tea party scenes on a piece of computer paper and whatnot. Well, Lily got really into the ballerinas and decided that she wanted to dance like a ballerina. So we went up and got the tutu and slippers that Grandma Lala had brought and we put Pandora on the Nutcracker station and we danced! I have no idea how to dance ballet, but we had fun pretending.













Grace had been sleeping during most of the dance party, but as you can see at the end of the video we woke her up. As she woke up, she was making super funny faces so I started clicking away. Here is a sampling of Graces goofy wake-up faces. (The first one is my favorite)










Bonus Question: What family member does Grace look like in this picture?