This last week Jessica requested I get her some lemon head candies. Being either really weak willed or incredibly in love with her I got her some. I had taken Abby with me to the store to buy them and had explained that they were ‘lemon heads.’ Abigail got home later on that evening with me and as Jessica was sucking on them Abigail asked if she too could suck on a ‘chicken head.’ Not quite the same thing.
Category Archives: Abby
Abby Quote of the Moment
This morning, like many mornings, Abby woke up early and came into our room. Jessica mumbled to me, “It’s too early, please put her back into her bed.” Abby told me she had to go pee-pee so we headed to the potty and she showed me the play scissors that she got for Christmas. I took them away from her and had her go to the bathroom. As I was putting her into the bed she said to me, “Daddy, can I have scissors in bed?” I told her, “No, we never have scissors in bed.” She then asked, “Never? Never, ever, ever, ever have scissors in the bed?”
Yeah – we pretty much don’t let her have any fun.
Recommended Reading
Farley Farts is a book that Abby picked out at the Library. Being a good mom, Jessica let her check it out. I strongly recommend this book to help get more dads reading to their children. Sure it’s about an amphibian with gas, but since most guys relate so well to this I think that it’s a must read.
My favorite part of this book is actually when Jessica reads it. There’s a mild awkwardness about it that makes it a book that we’ll most likely be adding to our library 🙂
Daughter of Pants Head
Many moons ago I would put Abby’s baby pants on her head and take pictures. Today, much to my delight, Abby put her own pants on her own head and let me take pictures. Of course she still moved so much that they didn’t come out great, but I’ve come to expect that.
Behold, Abbypantz.
Cute Buns
Yesterday Abby insisted on stripping down into her little two year old birthday suit and running around the house like The Flash. Cutely, she had a bandaid (some white and blue thing) right above her left buttock. Even more cutely she sat upon the toilette and pronounced, “I have a cute bottom, Mama!”
Best Day Ever
Abby sometimes pays us huge complements, which we take with great joy, but one that she’s used periodically for some time now goes something like, “Mommy, you’re the best day ever.” Why Jessica is a good day is a mystery to me. She’s a great wife, a wonderful mother, but I’d sure hate to add another day to the week 😉 I’m pretty sure she’s trying to say something like, “You’re the best.” It’s cute though and it does make my day when I’m the best day ever.
A Lot on My Plate
I’ve got a lot of work to do today, but I had to post an Abbyism. She’s having a hard time understanding that my wheat allergies make most breads a bad food choice for me. So today during lunch she stated to Jessica, “Daddy can’t have bread because it makes him fat.” Yeah, that too, but it’s mostly the wheat.
Lessons in Swimming
Well, we had swimming lessons yesterday and quite the time of it, too. Apparently when you swim there’s this thing called ‘form.’ The idea is to have a consistant motion that propels you through the water. The instructor gave us tips on a swimming stroke called ‘Free Style.’ When it was my turn to show him my free style swim when I surfaced he said, “Good!” Then, in typical teaching fashion he kindly told me that every part of my stroke, movement and activity in the water was slightly to severly off with two exceptions: I didn’t sink and I didn’t drown.
However, I get the sense this morning that swimming is good for me and something I should pursue as a physical activity because I’m really sore in more parts of my body. I’m most likely going to join the Recreational Center so that I can get going and practicing my strokes, build large muscles and generally turn myself into Colorado’s next Gubernator.
In other lessons in swimming Abby had a nightmare last night and so came to be in our bed. We let her sleep in our bed for a bit so that she can rest and relax and fall back to sleep. Stupid. Why? Because Abigail was practicing her free style swim between Jessica and I. Arms flailed, feet flew about kicking both of us and her body writhed against us. The tough part is that she was asleep while all of this happens. I couldn’t be mad at her for intentionally kicking me in the kidney if it was an accident. So at around 3:30 as we started the second round of her swimming practice I carried her into her own bed to practice in a solo session.
Tips on Playing Doctor
My two year old, dearest Abby, loves to play doctor. Wherein she insists on shoving a fake plastic thermometer into my mouth. Wherein I refuse and get in trouble with ‘Dr. Abby.’ However, it’s safer that way because I know that she has no concept of what sterility is, cleanliness is and generally no sense of hygiene. I love to play with her, but I have to draw the line somewhere because just like working 168 hours a week you might be able to do it, but it would eventually come back to bite. I might actually have to go to the real doctor to fix the ailment that I got from the two year old doctor.
So, I recommend the following:
Over react to everything you pretend have. Make a big stink about being sick
Don’t let anything actually get into your mouth.
Don’t actually take any of the pills that a young doctor might try to cram into your face
Above all fake the intake of the item, whatever it may be. If it looks like you got it into you, the world is a better place.
Lastly, don’t play doctor too long, come up with other things to do together, like playing stuntman who jumps out of tall trees. Then, when you get injured you can really go to the doctor.
Corn Girl
This afternoon when I put Abby down for her nap her breath smelled of corn chips that she’d had a little earlier with lunch. I said to her, “Good night, Corn Girl.” After about 30 seconds I heard her yelling through her closed bedroom door, “I’m Guacamole Girl!”
My mistake!