What You Overhear

When you’re two years old you get to overhear all sorts of things. Abby just interjected, “It has innuendo and Spider-man, Grandpa.” What was she referring to? NBC pulling Father of the Pride from their line up. She’s never once seen that show, it does have innuendo, but I don’t recall Spider-man in it 🙂 Oh, and she was talking to Grandma!

Going to Visit a Client in Washington

I’m going to visit a client in Washington state for a little over a week. If you need me you can reach me at on my cell phone or email [see Contact Us]. I’m hoping to also get some cool photos as well. We’ll be staying with my in-laws so that should be good, hopefully they’ll get a good Abby fix.

I will most likely help them on their new house as well, which is great, I love manual labor. They’ve got a roof, walls and trees up there, hopefully the rest of the house will just auto-magically show up so that they can move in sooner than later.

Any-who, I’ll be away from Denver, but not unreachable by any stretch.

Postal Presents

We have a United States Post Office delivery person (is that Politically Korrect enough?) who is friendly and thinks Abby’s cute. Therefore whenever something arrives 7th class mail and says, “To XXXX or Current Resident” he kindly scratches out the resident’s name and circles ‘or current resident’ and then places things that might be of interest to Abby in our mailbox. This cracks me up as we have gotten a huge number of catalogs for children’s toys as well as a bunch of samples. While I know that this isn’t the normal course of action I have to say that the companies couldn’t have better focused marketing as this guy knows his route well enough to know that Jane Doe (retired) is less likely to want the mass mailing catalog for Toys ‘L’ Us. The other side of this is that we have a cupboard full of individual samples of diapers that we won’t be able to use until kiddo #2 comes. Oh, and he also dropped off quite a nice razor that was shipped out as a sample for me… I don’t know if that’s a hint or he figured that the woman who was the initial recipient didn’t want the mens razor. Seeing as how I don’t shave my legs I don’t know if it matters what gender your razor is 🙂

Shell Shocked

I think this picture accurately shows the absolute shock that comes over parents at times. Particularly parents of two-year olds.

Parenting is Shocking
Abigail had ‘the runs’ today, which caused her pain and discomfort. We don’t like it when she’s sick or hurting because most of the time it is completely out of our control. What was shocking about this experience was the absolutely bizaare instinct that Abigail showed each time she’d have an accident (every time but once today… uggghhh). The instinct that kicked in for her was removing her panties, pull-ups or whatever else happened to be around her bottom no matter where she was. This gave the opportunity for messes way beyond our sickest dreams. However, Jessica, being a good working-class, blue collar, do-it-yourself-er took care of the mess. This made me look like an insensitive guy. Of course this isn’t completely out of character, but I work for cash-money during the day which puts me at a distinct disadvantage. Jessica on the other hand works for no money but probably puts in more manual labor than most construction workers (which may be an unfair comparison given that I always see them on break).

However, that being said, the shock of parenting gets outweighed by the wonderfulness of snuggles, kisses and “I love you’s” from this little girl.

Back in CO

Now that I’ve gotten back into Colorado I’ve got to readjust to Mountain Time as well as not staying up too late. However, that won’t be too hard because the jet lag made me tired.

Jessica told me a funny story regarding Abigail that I just have to share: Abby was on the potty and asked if I had an ‘agina.’ Jessica told her I did not. She then asked if Ice Cream had an ‘agina.’ I don’t know that I’ll be able to eat ice cream again 🙂 Of course Abby comes by it honestly because at about 5 or so I got to watch a steer (castrated bull) get butchered and I asked my mom if every single piece of cow they removed from the carcass was a uterus.

Dinners

Abby and I playing ‘dinners.’ As some of you may already know Abby doesn’t just play dinner or make just one dinner, she does it in plural. I took a photo, or rather several photos and blended them together to show you a perspective on the percentage of movement I do compared to her rapid moving 🙂
Dinner with Abby

Abby Picture

Here is Abby in the silk dress that her Aunt Becca got for her in China. The camera flash made it look a little more silvery than the lovely purple that it is (I couldn’t get Abby to hold still long enough to turn off the flash).
Abby Shows Off Her New Dress