More than anything, though, Gracie LOVES her daddy. Her and Jess have such a special bond. Whenever Jess and I are embracing, she runs up, squeezes herself between our legs and wiggles her little body up until we are separated and no longer hugging, the whole time yelling, "he's my daddy!", to which I reply, "he's my husband!". She is a jealous little skunk. Jess loves it. He is a very special daddy and teacher to the kids.
While camping at Three Peaks Jess gave Gracie a field lesson on scat.
Showing Gracie how to shoot his pellet gun.
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She is one cute kid, but what would you expect a Grandma to say? She is lucky to have such a good Daddy.
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