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Abby DC

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This evening Abby started singing some AC DC. Now, for those of you who are wondering, “How on earth do you fit into your clothes?” I’ll answer that later. For those of you wondering why my two year old was listening to AC DC it is because the skateboard video game I have has it as part of the cycling ‘musictrack.’ The song that AC DC performs is ‘TNT.’ However, Abby, being young and not the most familiar with the alphabet changed it to DAD. So she walked around this aftenoon and evening saying, “DAD, Dynomite!”

Priceless.

Spamela Hamderson*

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This morning while I was dinking on a guitar and Jessica was getting ready I heard Jessica spraying her hair spray. Then I heard Jessica say, “What are you doing?!” Then I realized that it was not Jessica spraying her hair, it was Abby spraying Pam, non-stick food spray all over the oven, the floor, her hands and the plastic hamburger she was playing with. As you can expect it was a fun mess.

Then…

This afternoon Abby wanted to play “Hairbears.” No, not CareBears like the ones you remember from being a kid (unless you don’t remember those from being a kid, and then it wasn’t like that at all), but “Hairbears.” Jessica was a blue hairbear, Abby was yellow and I was red. Eventlly it was announced by Jessica that I was “fart-a-lot.” An deserved name to be sure.

* Spamel Hamderson is a Henson Character from a Muppet show.

Abbyisms

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Several Abbyisms of late I needed to report:

We’re Going to Bring Jesus a Present
Since Christmas is Jesus’ birthday Abby assumes we’re going to His party and we’ll bring Him presents. This is going to be tough to break to her, much worse than Santa Clause (who is currently ‘A man’ whe we pass him). She cracks me up with her logical conclusions – there’s no escaping this one.

Bring It On
This morning Abby declared this one out of no where. No context demanding it, she just blurted it out. It makes things exciting around here not knowing what she’ll say next.

Potty Training Part VIIMILK

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Well, today Abby decided to go to the bathroom without any adult assistance. This would be good if she succeeded. She didn’t. Instead she got #2 on the floor, the toilette seat and was sucking on her tube of toothpaste when we found her half naked in the bathroom. Good times. So I helped Jessica clean Abby and the mess up and we got onto the rest of the day which was full of Abby’s intensity and disobedience. However, this evening she went back into the bathroom herself and successfully unloaded with #1. What an amazing surprise 🙂

Full Weekend

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This weekend, like so many holiday season weekends, was full. Yesterday was Abby’s dance recital. The recital mostly consisted of her walking around the stage saying, “Daddy? Where’s my daddy?” Which made me feel special; it also made me laugh. However, it was cute and I enjoyed that she wanted to know I was watching. She never found me up high in the auditorium, but that was OK, she had fun, and so did we.

Tonight we had a church Christmas party, which was fun. I lead the music, which went better than I expected. However, apparently I’m known as the ‘fast music guy’ because when we got to ‘Away in the Manger’ I was trying to do it slow and they blitzed through the song. I’m sure that since I was supposed to be the leader I failed to communicate enough about the tempo ahead of time with lead in chords. I’ll post some little video clips from the dance recital tomorrow after I get some rest!

When Two Year Olds Are Quiet

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If you’re a parent, then you’ve experienced the fun of children doing the unexpected (unless of course you have an infant who is imobile). This evening at around 4:55 we discovered that Abby had climbed into the bathtub and managed to empty most of her blueberry shampoo and some of her milky-white-make-you-clean soap into the bathtub and also all over herself. To make matters worse she was clothed. So I had to strip her, removing a wet pull-up, and then get bath water running.

I’ve got video footage from shortly after the discovery of the explorer. It’s in QuickTime format (since Mac’s rule).

Shop ‘Til You Can’t Shop No More

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Last night Jessica and I dropped Abby off at my parents and went to finish our Christmas shopping for everyone but Elvis who mysteriously stopped coming to family Christmas gatherings after Christmas of 1976. We got mostly done except couldn’t make our last stop at Target because it was getting late and Abby was probably either insanely whiney or super-duper-extra-lots-over-the-top hyper from my dad’s nearly super-natural ability to get kids wound up like no one else I’ve ever met. When we arrived at their apartment to pick the Abigator up, she was wound up. So we got her home, in bed and then promptly crashed into bed ourselved.

However, while out shopping we went to seven stores in two and a half hours. That is a personal record for shopping outside of a mall. In fact, mall shopping should not be counted for consecutive store shopping because it allows for convenience. So, with convenience in mind we planned out our path so that we could hit all of the stores in optimal order, and furthermore we had to improvise as certain items we were looking for (*cough* presents for people who read this blog) at certain stores (*cough* certain stores that carry very bizaare gifts that I can’t mention) were not available. However, I’m pretty sure my brother-in-law will enjoy his electric toenail clippers and his wife will like the Hickory Farms Sausage and Cheese (that’s a joke Becca, I wouldn’t do that to you).

And to top it all off I found myself in Khol’s or Kohl’s or Shlok or however it’s spelled rubbing elbows with people who were walking to close to me and making me feel really uncomfortable. In the end though we found a really nice set of sheets for Abby’s new bed (which hasn’t come to the apartment yet, but is on the radar) which when purchased with a coupon ended up costing only $8.00. What a great deal! Why she’ll be sleeping in comfort, class and cheapness. Which makes me wonder if Martha Stewart would have been able to smuggle sheets from her ‘exclusive line’ at ‘the mart’ into the prison. Or does she sleep in sheets that she hand-wove and sewed in an earlier episode of Martha Stewart Living?

I’ve Really Screwed Up Now

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I really messed up this noon, Abby asked for a vitamin and I told her, “No, you need to eat some more cookie.”

My only defense is that I was trying to take my vitamins and I was trying to buy some time.

This is a sad day in the Peterman household 🙂

New Manipulation Technique

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If you’re one of the many two year old blog readers that I have, Abby has revealed a new technique to help manipulate us into being spineless parents: telling us she’s crying. What happened this morning is that she pooped in her panties. This upset Jessica greatly, so she made her sit on the toilette to finish her business. Abby started wimpering and saying, “I’m crying.” This of course shut down all of our parental instincts and we caved in and gave her whatever she wanted.

OK, not really, but her telling us she was crying was an all time best for attempted mercy-begging.

Special Times

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When I was a young child and on into my teens (though we stopped calling them such) I had ‘special times’ with my parents. Or dates if you will. This allowed my parents to have one-on-one time with us kids as well as give us an oportunity to have some fun without the distractions or potential arguments with other siblings. I remember we would go to get frozen yogurt or maybe go miniature golfing. Fun was had and I think that it kept me from selling drugs in high school. Oh, shoot, I did sell drugs in high school [I worked at a pharmacy].

Tonight Abby and I had a special time, we went to the library and picked out some books and videos and then afterwards (don’t tell Jessica) we went to Starbuck’s where she had some chocolate milk and I consumed a small portion of a tall latte. Abby flirted with several people in the store and I watched the reflection of a woman cry a lot to a man in the window. We didn’t have any deep conversation, but I hope that it tells this little two year old girl of mine that I love her very much and think she’s very special.

At the library she cracked me up by saying, “No, it’s my precious heart, Dad.” And what a precious heart it is.