Abby was bugging her grandma this morning and I told her to stop bugging her or I’d spank her read end [not intensely, and with a laugh so she knew she just needed to quit bugging grandma].
Abby laughed and said, “I don’t have a rear-end.”
I told her to come here so I could show her where her rear-end was.
“No thanks,” was her reply.
Dang, she’s getting smarter and smarter soon she’ll be showing me how to use the computers 😉
Jessica and Abby are upstairs making blueberry muffins. Abby is helping put dry ingredients together and was stirring things. A bit too wildly, though. As Jessica was collecting strewn flour she said to Abby, “Cooking is a science. You have to have all of the right ingredients in it for the right reactions to occur.”
Abby replied, “Oh… are you going to call Spider-man?”
Classic!
Abby asked me last night who put my beard back on. I had shaved it off a couple weeks ago and she didn’t like it, but apparently she had gotten used to it because now she’s irritated that my hairs poke her in the head when she sits on my lap and I rest my chin on her head 🙂
What am I to do? I’ve got a bride who loves it and a child who wants me to look 14 again 😉
Tonight was a tough night to put Abby to bed. You see in the morning (or before the morning in my normal sleeping schedule) I will leave for Dallas/Fort Worth. Abby is quite sad that I’m leaving and has been crying upstairs for a while. It is tough to endure that crying, but it must be done. She asked me if there is a bed in Texas (upon which she might sleep, I think). Then she asked that, if I had any friends in Texas, she be taken to meet them when she gets bigger.
I love my wife, my girls, and our house in Aurora as well as church and family here. It is tough leaving them. Evie has been particularly smiley this evening which is good. I will have good ‘last memories’ from before the departure 🙂
Abby’s been trying to develop her humor skills over the last several months. She’s been doing knock, knock jokes. Only she doesn’t know any knock, knock jokes. So she’ll say “Knock, knock.” To which I’ll reply, “Who’s there?”
She’ll come up with some random word and then just bust up laughing. Its precious in a painful sort of way because the humorist inside of me goes, “No, that’s not how to do those!”
As if there’s actually a really sophisticated knock, knock joke that I’ve developed over years of finely tuned stand-up yacking. Given the quality of some of the humor on this site, I should probably be taking lessons from her. Or maybe lessens 😉
/me will now be trying to think of the best knock, knock joke ever for days.
OK, not really. But hearing Abby last night on the phone talking you’d think she did.
Abby: “Grandma, mommy was yelling at her phone. She was yelling for Amanda to answer over and over.”
Actuallity: Jessica was setting up the voice-recognition ‘key’ for the phone so that when she spoke ‘Amanda’ into the phone it would call her cousin.
I can’t wait until Abby gets older and I can sell a book of these things!
Today at lunch Abby looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said with such excitement, “Dad, masali tastes like pepperoni.” Which might as well have been French, Russian or any other language besides some dialect of English at first. I didn’t know what she was talking about until I realized that she was talking about salami, which is a completely different kind of sausage, but at least it was close. Salami doesn’t taste like pepperoni to me, but it is a good tasty sausage, and therefore I enjoyed it during my lunchtime meal.
Abby didn’t go to sleep right away for her nap. She came out and said, “I can’t go to sleep, there’s a spider on the paper towel by my bed.” I went to tuck her back in and get rid of the spider. I looked over and failed to see the spider. The problem is that I was looking for the wrong thing. The Spider was the flight options on the Frontier Airlines napkin Jessica had snagged for her bookmark last Wednesday!
Abby has Hockey boots. Not really, but she has boots that she calls hockey boots. Why? I blame Julia Roberts. She was in that one movie with some guy who had problems with gerbils… Richard something or other. She played a prostitute who had a thing for very tall boots. So… in my family tall boots (unfortunately) were called ‘hooker boots.’ So, Abby, not having a clue what hooker boots are has hockey boots. And let me tell you: she can play all of the hockey in boots she wants, as soon as she takes up fishing, its over.
In what has to be one of the sweeter things said in the last couple weeks (even in the mix of Evie’s arrival) Abby said to me tonight on the way home from dinner, “My heart loves your heart, Daddy.” Which pretty much makes a dad feel about as special as ever. Its good to be Abby’s dad and even though she’s having to grow up and transition into a big sister she’s still my precious little first daughter. She will be until the day Jesus takes one or both of us home.
My heart loves her heart, too.