Too, Too Much

That's what Grace and Elijah are, in every way, it seems. They continue to delight, amaze, and charm me, while thoroughly exhausting me, too. Two random notes, and then on to the photos:
Our glass oven door makes a great mirror for Grace. Yesterday she spent a good five minutes in front of it after she put on a knit hat with rasta-inspired colors, smiling, raising and lowering her arms, and alternately moving closer and further away.
Crystal and I are now on notice that our language will be repeated back to us by Elijah. The worst I've heard back from him so far was, "Shoot!" while I was on the phone and heard frustrating news. I said it, he said it, and I had to be happy it wasn't, "Shit!" or something stronger. He'll take a shot at any word, including "broccoli," "incredible," and "jazz."