Abby says…
Next week I’m gonna be three. Then I’m gonna be four, then five. Pretty soon I’m gonna be sixteen and I can drive the car!
Aaron came home and invited Abigail to walk down with him to vote. She ran to grab her shoes telling me, “I’m going to take a little walk with MY DADDY!” Such a Daddy’s girl- more so when staying home with mom. Of course, when having a tantrum first asks for Daddy, but if he is here too, still asks for Auntie. Sure someone will save her from whatever dreaded fate of wearing clothes, going potty, cleaning up her mess, eating her dinner, etc.
Although she loves her new “big-kid room” we are still transitioning to the new bed. So far, she has not taken a nap in it (causing a few tantrums) She also keeps falling asleep on the floor behind her door at night. She’s not fussing about it, but when I go in later to check on her I inevitably slam the door into her head, then must smear her face across the floor in order to open the door wide enough to pick her up and put her in her bed. Last night she slept in her bed (tired from tantruming) but tonight we are at two retrievals and counting…
Abigail LOVES her new big-kid room. And I love that it (pretty much) has room for all of her toys and a big rug to play on- meaning they are mostly out of my small dining room. Two rooms organized, now to keep going…
Abigail, “Where is it?”
“It’s in your room.”
“In my new room? Or my old room? Where I don’t live anymore?”
Walking back in the stroller from an hour of running round at the park
“Please can I get out and walk?”
“No, we are almost home”
“But I need ‘a get my excersize!”
Planning ahead to Christmas:
“I think diapers would be a good present for my baby sister. I’m gonna get a REAL present.”
“Like what?”
“Umm… a car.”
Abby doing the Donald Duck puzzle:
“Oh-my Donald had a farm, eieio. Oh-my Donald had a sheep, eieio. Sheep says baa baa baa baa black sheep, have any wool? Yes, sir, Yes sir, three bags full.
Mom, this piece goes here, is that awesome? Look, I did it! Can you believe it Mom?”

