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Dirt

  • Monday Aug 11,2008 07:36 PM
  • By Randy Peterman
  • In Abby, Abby-ism

One of the women’s olympic swimmers competed first in 1984.  I watched those olympics.  I told my girls that I watched those olympics.  Abby replied, “But they didn’t have TV a long time ago.  You couldn’t have watched it.”

I guess that makes me old :)

That Would Be MY Daughter

Abby, “Mom, are there still pirates?”

Jessica, “Yes, I guess there still are.”

Abby, “I want to be a pirate when I grow up.”

Jessica, “You probably don’t want to be a pirate, that’s illegal.”

Abby, “What does illegal mean?”

Jessica, “It means that if they catch you, you will go to jail.”

Abby, “Oh.  I don’t want to be a pirate.”

Thankful Thursdines Day

This Valentines day I will simply state that I am thankful for my bride. Yeah, I’ve been thankful for her before, but she does rock the Casbah. In fact, speaking of rock, Abby was surprised to learn that Jessica liked rock music. For some reason the constant kids music Jessica would play to pacify the children led Abby to believe that Jessica would prefer to listen to kids music and the cranky daddy was the one who liked rock music.

Turns out my Ska, Rock, Classic Rock, Alternative Rock and generally music loving wife isn’t as big on Backyardigans as Abby had first thought. I’m thankful for that, too!

Things to Remember

This morning I asked Abby about a song that I had heard her singing along with on a kids CD. She began to sing it. I joined in at one point and then she stopped and told me that in the recording of the song at times only the kids sang because they knew, “… the anniversaries**.”

** that is verses in case you’re not quite sure what she was trying to say

Snakes

I have seen two snakes, of the garden variety, around my house.  Two!  Its pretty cool to see those sorts of critters since we have a garden.  As if the snakes weren’t cool enough Abby today watched in rapt awe as a spider wrapped up an earwig near our back porch.  She said that it was wrapping the earwig in its yarn.  You just have to love kids’ vocabulary.