Christmastime 2006. I asked Kelley to knit Ricky and me beanies to match the one she made for Grace. She’s really good. It’s Ricky’s favorite. This was another attempt to get a family photo for Christmas cards. I'll send them out one of these years.
That’s what the Rasmuson cabin in Duchesne (pronounced doo-shAne) is named. This is Thanksgiving 2006. Pictured from left to right: Gramma Marilyn, Ricky, Grace, Amy, Tiffany, Chase, Mike, David, Diana, & Charlie.
“Is this way starboard or port? I never can tell the difference,” says Grace at her cousin Chase’s birthday party. He got a sandbox shaped like a boat.
I don’t know why it’s so much fun to dress alike. I do it almost every day. Emma likes it too.
Someday, arabesque with attitude and pirouettes rond de jambe.
Today, just a pink tutu, chubby feet, and sore ankles.
Someone (not me), who loves to photograph her niece, and takes an insane amount of pictures, decided to put Grace in Gramma Karen’s flowerbed. Apparently Grace has no green thumb. But at least she’s photogenic.
Grace with her uncle, Dan, who, bytheway, doesn’t like to wear shirts. I love the way he loves her.
Grace, Emma, and Hannah outside the front door at the Robisons.
Grace with her aunts, Emma and Hannah, watching Saturday morning cartoons after a sleepover at the Robisons.
I have no words. Only tears of pure joy. There is nothing cuter (or more hilarious) that a huge sneeze from a tiny person.
Like many babies, Grace hated the feeling of grass on her bare feet.
I had to post this photo. This is Grace’s aunt Emma. I think she is one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
Did I hear a “Jub. Jub?” What a little chunk! She looks like an Ewok that just got shaved.
“Okay, okay! I’ve had enough with the pictures! And where’s my SPF 45?”
Merry Christmas 2005! Grace and her cousin, Chase, on Christmas morning at Gramma and Grampa Rasmuson's house. Apparently, they were both teething because they couldn't keep their fingers out of their mouths.
Christmastime 2005. I intended to send out Christmas cards, like I intend to every year, but don't. So I dressed Grace up and had a little at-home photo shoot. These are my favorite shots.
I love her expressions. This one is so cute it just kills me.
Still so tiny her hands don't fit out of the end of her sleeves.
This was Grace's first sledding outing. She hated it. It was too cold.
But she sure looked cute decked out in all her gear!
Blessing day: we had a nice, private blessing with only our immediate families at Gramma and Grampa Rasmuson's home in Salt Lake.
We took Grace to Build-A-Bear once, and I couldn't help dressing her up. She looks so smart.
We really wore her out that day. She passed out in my arms once we got home.
Hand-knitted by Kelley, Grace's aunt. She still wears it. The matching booties don't fit anymore, but they're tucked away in her keepsake box.
This little stroller belonged to Grace's aunt Hannah. She gave it to Grace who likes to stand up in it now and tip over on her face.
Just look at those eyes. I love my little snow angel.
Grace loved her jumper. We put her in there when she was still really little. We had to put a teddy bear in there with her to fill up the space, and keep her company. My favorite thing she would do when she would jump is straighten out her little legs and stand on her tip toes. She had a good rhythm. Jump, jump, jump, strreeetch. Jump, jump, jump, strreeetch.
She sure loves her dad. And I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual.
She made so many funny faces as an infant! This was one of my favorites. She reminds me of Yoda.
"Baby Precious." That's what I called her. I still do sometimes, but now it's mostly "Missy Mayhem," or "Little Tornado."
Hmmm, so peaceful. It's amazing how much they change, huh? Well, I guess if she's sleeping...
I realized that when you blog, the newer posts go to the top. I haven't found a way to rearrange them, and I'm a bit obsessed with organization, so I decided to plug these in here now.
This is my first look at my “baby precious.” I was so exhausted. I remember thinking, “Wow she looks like her dad.”
This is Grace’s hospital photo. Ricky told me that he and the nurse tried everything to get her to open her eyes. She came here stubborn, and hasn’t changed.
This is Grace and I napping just after we came home from the hospital. We enjoyed ourselves so much that we had a hard time breaking the co-sleeping habit. Have I mentioned that we still sleep together occasionally?
Just your average father-daughter bonding moment. Grace taught Ricky the fundamentals of advanced calculus. She's a great tutor. Ricky got an A+ on that assignment.
Grace's Great-Great Grandmother (known as Poppop by those who love her most) knitted this hat for her. They also share a middle name: Irene. Precious. We both hope to be as beautiful as Poppop when we grow up.
"All aboard! Hop onboard the animal train. Come on, everyone! Learning about animals is really lots of fun!" Grace got this train from her aunt Diana for Christmas, and she loves it. The songs are pretty catchy, too. I hear them in my dreams. Grace decided to take one song literally and "hop onboard."
Then she started showing off by performing very complicated stunts, like riding on two wheels.
