Some days.

So I'm getting breakfast made for the girls and myself this morning when Chad comes upstairs and informs me that Charlie (remember the best Christmas present ever?) has pooped in his crate. I had walked this dog about an hour before. But pooping outside just wasn't on his agenda this morning.

Chad has a seriously quick gag reflex, so off I went to clean the crate. In truth, it doesn't bother me that much, but cleaning a poopy dog crate tray is not the way I usually like to start my day. I gave Charlie dirty looks while I dumped the poop into the outside bin and quizzed him on his scatalogical habits while I wiped the tray down with Clorox wipes. (I use Clorox wipes like the dad in My Big Fat Greek Wedding used windex. I swear, they clean everything.) He just wagged his tail at me and blinked.

When I was done with the poop-fest I went back up to the kitchen only to find that Lauren had climbed into Grace's chair and grabbed her glass of milk, which was now all over the chair and dripping onto the floor. Not as stinky as the poop, but still.... two messes in one morning?

Some days, things just don't go quite right. I'm just hoping the rest of the day shapes up a little more neatly.

Maybe we've watched a little too much Cinderella.

Grace has a boyfriend.

His name is Logan. She's in love with him. And when she's old enough Chad is going to "walk her to him" when they get married.

Oh, yeah. And he's really nice to her.

Apparently, however, Logan is not in love with her. I know this because when I asked Grace if Logan loves her she told me that he didn't even know that she loves him. Guess she hasn't broken the big news yet.

On the one hand I find this whole thing sweet and funny. She is so sincere in her love for him and she goes on and on about how nice he is (thank god). On the other hand, I'm wondering what the heck the Disney machine is doing to my kid that has a 5-year-old planning her wedding. I mean, the only princess movie that's even remotely girl-poweresque is Mulan, and even she gets the guy in the end. It's really starting to annoy me.

I don't think I have to worry too much, though. Grace told me the other day that if Logan doesn't want to marry her then she will live with me in the same house forever. I think that would be just fine, as far as her Dad is concerned.

I'll post a picture as soon as A) I get my PC at home fixed, because it crapped out after only 13 months on the job. Nice.; or B) blogger supports Macs better and lets me upload my pictures.

Did I mention that Logan sits next to her at her table at preschool and also plays with her during centers? What a guy.