In case I haven't said it recently, I just love my Gracie Ruth to pieces!!!
She keeps me in stitches with her antics. And lord help me, her pesky little brother Yogi is following right along in her footsteps.
G absolutely knows pottying in the house is bad. This morning she and Yogi were playing in the bedroom and I heard the tell-tale sign of G scratching her hind feet against the carpet. A sure give away that she's pottied. I step out of the bathroom and there's a little turd right in the middle of the floor and she's standing right there. I asked her, "Gracie Ruth! Did you do that!!" She looks up at me, looks at the turd, walks up to it, smells it for a second and then looks over at her brother Yogi as if to say, "No Momma, I would never do that! I smelled it for you, it's Yogi's."
Poor little dopy Yogi just looks up with me with the biggest grin on his face, ready to take the heat for his sister. "Yup, Momma, it was me. Isn't it a great lookin' turd!"
Boo's laying on the bed and looking at me like, "Yeah Momma, G did it. Are you going to punish her? I think you should punish her, Momma. No biscuit for her today. You should give her biscuit to me! Bad girl G, bad, bad girl." Boo's my Opportunist, he's always looking for a way to make a buck...errrr...get another biscuit.
My crew is a hoot!! When people come over and the house is a wreck I just tell them I couldn't help it. I started to clean but then got distracted by the kids and had to stop and play with them.