Testing. Testing.

Well, Mommy is persona non grata. David came home late Friday night and since he greeted Frassy Saturday morning, she has been an absolute tyrant. Mommy ran a pretty tight ship while Daddy was gone-rules followed, punishments doled out appropriately, bed time observed. However, since David has been home, she has sensed a disturbance in the force. She is testing every boundary and carefully calculating each weakness, looking for a chink in the armor of my iron-clad parenting. I am not slayed by her cuteness. Her baby blues and sweet looks effect me not.

David, on the other hand, is completely Frassy-whipped. I came home from dinner with friends tonight expecting to find my freshly-washed, tooth-brushed, Bible-read child neatly tucked away into her crib. Instead, this is what I find...a greasy-haired, pearl-clad child loving on her weak-willed father WELL PAST BEDTIME!! Alas, my ship is sunk....

Doomsday is upon us...

No Daddy. Now no GJ and Papi. They leave Wednesday for Colorado Springs. Ugh. Frassy will have to be picked up by a very gracious Aunt Peggy this week. Poor Peggy. She is going to have a VERY cranky Frass on her hands. She has been so out of sorts with Daddy gone. Thank goodness she'll get a full-on "Daddy fix" this weekend.

A Glimpse of the Garden...

Beautiful cukes, pathetic onions, and bolting lettuce bed NOT featured... ;)

As promised...

...some updated pics of Frassy. She is like a tornado. She goes 100 mph over anything in her path and just as suddenly as it starts, it's gone. She is currently into coloring with colored pencils, or her favorite-mechanical pencils, wrapping up her stuffed animals/dolls and playing "baby", and checking the garden with Mommy. She was adorable this spring putting each little seed in each little hole. Of course, she could only do the big seeds, so we call them her beans and her squash. I'm like a proud mother over this garden. I have put a lot of sweat into each square foot. Some things have failed-onions and chives and peppers, and some have been huge successes-cucumbers and sweet corn. Little Frassy has seen every moment. Even someone who is 2 1/2 can appreciate the miracle of growth. She has seen these huge plants grow from dirt and tiny seeds. I think next year she will be even more enthralled. Unfortunately, this year's plantings are over-shadowed by her irrational fear of bugs...not the dark....not the boogey man....bugs. She will levitate into my arms at the sight of a butterfly! Oh well, next year she'll probably be afraid of dirt!

Bossy pants....

Okay, perhaps I misspoke. Apparently, my daughter is more like me than I imagined (or maybe care to admit.)

Having gotten off yet another 12 hour shift, I went to pick Frassy up from my parents' house. She was wilder than Cootie Brown. Aunt Ann and Uncle Ben pulled up as we were leaving, and my child proceeded to lead the group of us in calesthenics!

...Come on, Papi! Uncle Ben, YOU flap your arms! JJ (GJ's new name), MARCH!!....

Aunt Ann informed me via phone on our ride home that Ann might be like her in some ways, but that she was never that bossy. .....Hmmm....maybe she's more like her mother after all.