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When Emma "moved out", (see blog below) Grace decided to go for the "totally girlie" room of her heart's desire. The result...Ballerinas. Dancers. Ribbons. Boquets. Pink, pink, pink. Tutus and ballet slippers. 
I decided that the girls needed to be in separate rooms because they spent way too much time giggling and messing around when it was time for bed. Since this was the room's millionth transformation, we wanted it to be perfect! We spent lots of time tearing out the carpet (me), painting the walls, putting up the wainscotting, laying the wood floors (that was Jeff), and putting my old bed back together after moving it from the playroom.
The result? A beautiful room that Emma likes to play in but has only slept in once.
Once!
Why, you ask? Emma says that if she sleeps in her new room she'll get scared and miss Gracie.
"What will Gracie do to help you if you're scared?" I asked the other night.
"I don't know...she's just there. I can listen to her breathing," Emma replied. "And she snores, but that's OK."
My girls...former "womb" mates who are comforted by each other's steady breathing in the night...even if there is snoring involved.
Everyone should have someone like that.
Dear Jesus,
Our pets must be the strangest and most patient animals in the universe! First, there's Miss Sophie, who often enjoys rides in the "play" shopping cart or stroller. Sophie has worn many dress up clothes, often portraying "the baby" or "the grandma" or "the princess" in Emma and Grace's imaginary world. Sophie doesn't do much complaining...she kinda hangs with it! (I think she secretly loves all the attention.) Lately Sophie has been gaining a little too much weight. We think she's been dippin' into the other dogs' food, and we recently discovered that one of Emma's hobbies is sneaking Sophie bits of food under the table. Now, Miss Sophie is on a diet. :( We're worried she'll start to resemble a bowling ball. (Remember, this is the pug who ate up a tin of Christmas chocolate and ended up in the vet hospital overnight!) Already, everyone in the family has started calling her "Fat Piggy." Sophie doesn't care, as long as there's a warm lap to sit on. 





















