Anyway, this woman once again appeared on one of Grace and I's walks about town. I'm sure she was shopping one of the ritzy boutiques, but this woman's dramatic entrance suggests she may have been lurking behind the hedge waiting for me to pass. She is jovial and friendly and usually comments on how great it was to see my at church the previous Sunday. Panic ensues.
As I stated before, I'm not batting a real strong average on Sunday Mass attendance.
The exchange is the same every time. She says how nice it was seeing "my hubby and I" at Church, and how cute "my little BOY" is. While I silently debate on which correction I should make first, I glace down at my "little guy". With her pink sun hat cocked, apple juice hanging out of her mouth, and her big brown eyes looking back at me - our Mother-Daughter tag team skills kick in full force. As though to say "get this lady out of my face", Grace lets out a huge burp and casually continues drinking. Meanwhile my mental calculations decide that informing this woman that Ryan isn't my husband, we haven't been to church in a month, and that Grace is in fact a girl - could be too much for her to take. Shamefully, I told her I'd see her at church again real soon.
Just my luck, this Rapture business develops not but a week after my little fib. Lucky for us, we're still around and the extent of our Rapture was an explosive "shitastrophe", as I like to call it, courtesy of Miss. Grace yesterday evening.
As it were, Grace has also reached another major milestone this week! Grace took her first steps, towards her Grandpa Hogan, a couple of days ago and hasn't stopped since! It was amazing to see how proud she was of herself, as though our cheers weren't enough! Not yet 9 full months old, I can tell that this baby will be VERY active!