Mashed Potato

Yesterday I was in the girls room watching them play together, which by the way is so cute because now that Brooklyn is walking Gracee plays so good with her. It is very entertaining. Anyways, Gracee pointed up in her closet and said, "Mom can you please get me that mashed potato down?" I went over to the closet to look around, paused, and thought to myself, What exactly am I looking for? Did I leave some left over mashed potatoes in a bowl in the closet? Does Gracee's play-kitchen have play-mashed potatoes that I am unaware of? More importantly how did any of those things get that high in the closet?



I looked back at her, hands digging through endless amounts of toys, and asked ever so gently,"What did you want me to grab?" She said with out hesitation, "The Mashed Potato." What the heck is going on here?? I replied,"What Mashed Potato?" She looks at me as if I have gone blind, and says,"That right there, don't you see it? The MASHED POTATO!" I looked again to right where she way pointing.



Then I saw it. Fairly large. Brown. Mustache. Bulgeing eyes. Tounge hanging out. A hat. Heels. One ear and one arm.



MR. Potato Head.



She wanted the mashed potato. I have not laughed that hard in a long time.

Me as a blogger?

OK OK OK Nick and Kristin. This is for you. I have absolutely no idea what I am doing, so this will be a learn as I go experience for everyone. You are sure to encounter many typo's, grammatical errors, cliche's, MLA format, and an occasional offensive joke. WAIT - this is suppost to be about the kids so let me rephrase that. You are sure to encounter uncontrollable cuteness, many references to The Disney Channel and The Wonder Pets, some tearful encounters at the grocery store and bedtime woes. But enough about me, I will also include the tall tales of Gracee and Brooklyn Gardner.