Once there was a Snowman with random questions for dessert

Morgan had her friend Mallory over one afternoon to play. They both wanted to go outside and play in the snow. When they came in, they were so proud of their creation. They did this all on their own. Morgan was the proud one who lifted the head onto the top. Yeah Bug! Now I think it's MAYBE the cutest snowman in the world. I would never make an assumption like that if I wasn't 100% sure of myself. I mean look at that face. Who in this world could ever create an expression such as that on a snowman!?? Who I ask? Look at the delicate way the arms just extend from the torso, It's very balletesque (I'm also pretty sure balletesque is a word.)!

ANYway,

Now here is a random question. Why does Grace look like this before church.....(pardon the BOMB that blew up in my front room whilst taking this picture. This is just what Sunday morning looks like in the Bailey home. I personally like the fact that Crede is in the background trying to climb up onto the piano bench. There's no mischief going on there...noooooo.)

and like THIS after church


wait for it


wait for it...



BAM! We're only talking 3 hours folks. I don't quite understand the time and effort Grace puts into this metamorphasis. She's already gotten rid of the dress (who knows where that ended up), the pigtails are only a distant fond memory **sigh** and she's sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for her lunch. Somedays I'm not sure why I even put forth the effort. What do you think people would say about us if we just showed up at church like this? I'm all for it if you are!

Here's one more random question I will leave you with this evening. Why is it my kids wake up when there is just a HINT of sunlight coming up over the horizon?! EVERY morning regardless of when my kids go to sleep I hear "GRACE!!! GET IN HERE!!!" (courtesy of Morgan) and then that is always followed by "AAHEORIGHSDGHSLHGSLGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" (courtesy of a frustrated Grace). This is around...oh...6:30am. If you know me at all, I am SUCH not a morning person, and I am secretly cursing under my breath in my own bed. After said cursing, I progress into yelling, "GET IN BED!" Yeah, that works wonders, let me tell ya'. After that tactic, I resort into stomping into their room, vision blurred, bumping into walls and doors on my way, and saying, "If I hear a peep out of either one of you....." I never seem to quite finish that sentence as I'm stumbling back into MY bed and closing MY door to try to drown out the next cycle of, "GRACE!!! GET IN HERE!!!". Oh, and around THIS time I hear Crede in the next room just chatting away, happy to be alive, reading his books that he has strategically stashed in his crib. This usually lasts until about 7:30 when I relent and get up.

Now is this just my happy home? Am I such a lazy slob that I can't drag myself out of bed before 7:30am? Come on people!! Let me hear your mornings. (so I can feel much better about mine.)