The larger cups that we give Abby her milk in in the morning were dirty so I told Abby I’d have to give her a smaller cup. Jessica suggested I wash a larger cup (which had milk from the night before in it, so I declined for reasons of bacteria and not laziness). Abby’s response to Jessica was priceless, "It’s a small bigger cup, Mom."
Category Archives: Abby
Icky Pants
I cracked up this morning as Abby ran by my door with some coins she pilfered from my change jar saying, “Come on dad, I need to put some coins in my icky pants.” Of course she was talking about her Piggy Bank. She made the icky pants later when she failed to tell us that she had to go potty 🙁
Why I Sing So Well
I get asked all the time (read: never) why I sing so well. I have to confess that a majority of the singing I do during the week is around 7:45-8:15 PM while I brush Abigails teeth. I don’t brush her teeth for thirty minutes, but the brushing usually happens within that range of time. Before you panic and think of our dental bills, Jessica brushes her teeth in the morning. I brush my teeth at lunch so that our lone toothbrush is usually dry by the time each family member uses it. That way whatever we spend on dental bills we more than make up for by saving on toothbrushes.
Abigail enjoys brushing her teeth because her Grandma Forland whilst working at the poshe dental supply company, J.B. Dental, purchased her a Mickey Mouse, song playing, electric, rechargeable tooth brush. After each minute of brushing (assuming that being on is equal to brushing time) it plays a little encouraging song. The song is helpful because it lets me know when one minute is over and then it also makes children wish that everything else in life played little songs every minute. Fortunately the toy companies are onto this and so our apartment is a constant cacophony of beeping, laughing Barney sounds, giggling Abby sounds and bleep-bloop-bloop sounds of various edutainment contraptions.
Of course many of these toys play songs that Abby wants me to sing with her. These songs, singing times and repetetive melodies keep my voice in tip-top shape ready to break out into the A-B-C’s, Old MacDonald Was Quite Alarmed, Twinkle, Twinkle Kenneth Star, and my personal favorite: B-I-N-G-O. I can clap that song like a pro, I’m a clapping fool when that song comes on. That song is particularly dangerous during teeth brushing time, I’d sure hate to be holding Abby’s toothbrush in her mouth and accidentally try to clap at the wrong time 😉
“I Love You Dad”
Abby just opened up my office door a crack and said, "I love you Dad."
That is why I work from home 🙂
Olympics
Yeah, so last week was a bomb and I haven’t even watched any more this week, unless you count turning on the TV, being rather angry at the commentators and then turning it off on Sunday as 'watching the Olympics.' I haven’t even seen any more blog posts lately from the (un)usual suspects other than Dave Barry’s blog, which has really not said anything about the Olympics. So, with that in mind lets get back into the political banter or something else to take our minds off of the fact that we’re over-priveledged US citizens who take so much for granted. I’m just going to say that I’m glad that I’m still alive and kicking [that happened near where I grew up as a kid].
I watched Abby run out to the car today while escorting her and my bride out to the car, she brings such joy to our lives with the excitement that she has in running, playing and even in our bedtime rituals. Last night she wanted to make sure that Jessica and I both got to
- Kiss her
- Eskimo kiss her
- Lightly bonk heads with her [I don’t know where this comes from but she likes it]
It’s good to be her daddy.
Happy Birthday Abby!
On August 22nd, 2004 at 2:12 (14:12:00) Abigatil Ruth was born to our family. Today she’s two, tomorrow she’s 2 and 1/365th.
This last week she used several funny phrases but one that cracked me up was her excitement about "Schunday School."
Abby Vacuum
We got Abby a vacuum, well not really, she had one of those, but her grandparents pitched in and got her a matching table and chair and kitchen set and this morning as she walked down the hallway towards our room she stopped at the kitchen, which I had strategically placed where she would see it and never made it to our room, which was fine because I was hastily reading the Three Musketeers and Jessica was working on sleeping so that she would be well rested for the next part of the last-minute preparation and then be ready for the party.
If that run-on sentence was the most running you’ve done lately, shame on you for not exercising more often. I’ll report more and post pictures after said birthday party (Oh, and for the record her birthday is actually tomorrow but Sundays are busy).
Hurtling Towards Two
Abigail is going to be two in about 4 days, and today’s mostly over. The little girl that I love so much is surely amazing. In only two years she’ll be four and in seven times that number she’ll be sixteen (and proving my amazing math skills in ten times that number she’ll be twenty-two). What is so fun right now is that she’s getting pretty well potty trained (though tonight I got to handle a "secret stinker," or a potty done in private that was later revealed to us as an accident), she’s got a pretty good vocabulary, and in a couple weeks she’ll start the dance classes Jessica has her signed up for. Shortly after that she’ll start gymnastics and begin her Olympic training. When she’s fourteen (and looking about six or seven) she’ll appear in her first Olympics, if she’s lucky she’ll make it into one more at eighteen, and if God works miracles she could be in a third Olympics at the ripe old age of 22.
Of course at twenty-two she’ll have steel posts in her legs, a robotic elbow, more stitches than Betsy Ross’ sewing projects and a very narrow set of carreer choices. Of course that’s just conjecture, but I was totally right when I guessed that she would be born before the thirty-first of December 2002.
The Secret to Potty Training
We discovered the secret to potty training for Abigail: Sponge Bob. No, not on Television, not in sticker form (methods that sounded like they’d be effective) – we have Sponge Bob and Patrick on the toilet. Literally. We got a Sponge Bob Squarepants toilet seat and now Abby thinks it’s fun and cool to go to the potty. Moral of the story? Television is from the devil 🙂 If she’d never seen Sponge Bob (my fault) she’d have been just as bored as before with the old potty seet.
Bladder Control
I finally lost control and bought a bladder. A hydration bladder that is. One for hiking. Since I’m going to ascend to the height of Mt. Everest divided by two and subtract a whole bunch on Saturday I thought I should bring plenty of water. For me plenty of water means about five or six gallons, but they didn’t make any personal hydration units that held that much water (I can’t imagine why not). So I bought this back pack and I’m ready to hike with a little over two liters of water strapped to my back.
What is even funnier than me playing with a bladder is that I could play with the bladder with Abby. I filled it up (cleaned it) and then slowly but surely got her pretty wet by spraying water into her mouth and missing most of the time. She thought it was good fun and so she kept coming back for more in-your-face water squirting. The down side is that this bladder needs to be held up in the air while you just let it go, however, if you’re sucking on the water, it matters very little what you’re doing with the bladder.
Fun has been had and it’s almost worth the $30.00+ dollars it cost me just in the fun with Abby.