blame it on a toddler

Pearce is sneaky.

She would make a great pick-pocketer.

Her favorite things to sneak are pens, sharpies, and our cell phones. 

She knows she is not allowed to play with any of those things, and when she gets her hands on them she takes off like lightning. She takes my phone out of my pockets, or from right by my side. She'll come up to me and give me a big hug, but really she is just going in for the phone, because then she takes off. 

She normally goes and hides in closets, behind chairs, on the side of my bed, and even the bathroom and shuts the door. This time, Laura was at our house and experienced it first hand! And saw exactly how sneaky she is! She tried to hide behind a pillow. hahahaha

 "I see you, Pearce!!!"

I scribbled a few "designs" on the dragon head to guide me for painting. Since I was using a pencil, I let Pearce join in. She was scribbling so hard she probably poked a few holes in it. She does this thing where she holds out her hand and says "STAY BACK!" I'm not sure where she got that, but it's safe to say she's learned it from her many cartoons.

The past couple nights I've started painting the dragon head, and it was kind of a let-down and I feel like it looks really "home-made" (DUH Emily, what do you expect, it IS home-made...)--but oh well, it will still do the trick. I figured since I'm not that in love with it, I might as well let Pearce paint, since she begs everytime she's seen me do it. That way I can just blame the paint job on a toddler! :-)

One last thing...

We had a sweet moment with Pearce tonight at bed time. 

She hasn't been feeling well for the past week, with a fever here and there, and we realized yesterday it was because her molars are coming in. :-( so I've tried to have extra patience and lots more squeezes. 

She was wrestling big time after the lights went out and I was trying to wrap her and rock her. Wiggling out of my arms and asking for "med-a-sin". So Jeremy came in and said he'd get her medicine, and while he was getting it, she calmed down a bit and I said, "you know what else would help you feel better? if we say a little prayer". So when Jeremy came back in and gave her medicine, she said "dada, prayer". So Jeremy said a little prayer with us, and she usually never closes her eyes for any prayers, and she was closing them so tight, and folding her arms. And when he was done, she then wanted to say a prayer, too. It was one of the sweetest things.