Let me ‘splain; …No, there is too much, Let me sum up.
Abby sporting the latest summer fashion.
Emma, reviewing the bagpipes at the ’06 Highland Games.
The bagpipes en masse at the ’06 Highland Games.
Two flowers; an Abby and a Lily.
Sprinkler tracks.
Abigail had her friend Bella over for a sleep-over (I wouldn’t win The Nostradamus by predicting this is the first in a long line of such sleep-overs).
They had an OK time as you can see. At about 8:30PM we turned off a movie and told them that we should probably just try to go to sleep and they BOTH said “OK” in unison and sacked out. A few giggles aside, (more about that in a second) they were out in 20 minutes.
I always thought the stereotypical “giggles” was just that, a stereotype. It is fact and I have proof. Girls apparently only have to look at each other to pass the giggle from one to the next. No previous provocation is required. Literally, they lay there for a minute staring at each other, then one smiles. Then the next. Suddenly they both erupt in unquenchable giggles. Repeat.
Amazing. It is a force of nature to behold.
Just wanted to share a lovely shot of little Amelia’s toes.
I have Photoshopped the color saturation and seriously darkened the background. Nevertheless, the toes take the day.
…So little time.
Abby and I had a good day on Sunday.
She just couldn’t help but become my photography subject.
Then later she was acting as a character from Tim Burtons The Corpse Bride and her hair was so neatly combed. I had to trip downstairs to try to capture that glance through her hair. This is the best I got.
There are so many things I want to do with this picture.
Quick. What do you do?
In about half the time it takes to download this picture I had to act.
If you acted like me you might:
mash the brakes (bicycle)
_teeter without gravity over the front wheel, world slowwwing dowwwn
__rewrite your memoirs and contemplate the meaning of the word “is”
___slap the TOP corner of the door with the lobe of your left ear
____bounce back gracefully, time catching up again
_____land “gently” on the sidewalk of Madison and 5th and proclaim
______WHOA!
Neither one of us saw it coming.
Both of us are just fine.
Amelia is learning to smile and, well, if a picture is worth 1000 words I won’t clutter this post with any more.
Have you ever sneezed and hiccoughed at the same time?
Have you ever cried out while swallowing a tonsil?
Have you never heard someone do all four feats together while defying the basic laws of gravity AND not pee their pants?
I, The Eater of Breakfast, did hear this today.
Angela, The Innocent Bysitter, was enjoying a late morning snuggle with Miss Amelia Breastsbane while I had repast in the kitchen. It was here that I experienced the unusual auditory trappings described above. It was a two second snippet from the soundtrack of Rabid Raccoon Fiercely Attacks a Three Legged Hyena Guarding it’s Only Kill.
It will never be heard again.
The Innocent reached for her paperback, pressing the pages easily to her chest to settle in for some downtime when The Creature struggled it’s mighty cephalothorax over the spine of the book. It gained a measure of traction on her left hand and cast all caution to the wind in a failed attempt to end it’s own life.
If only it had held still The Innocent may have squashed it flat at a reasonable distance but with an undeniable zeal this suicidal arachnid jumped the gun and lept headlong from the book, off of her hand, and into her lap.
In this location The Magnificent Maneater persisted for a mere microtick as the universal constant of time was abruptly halted. Gravity was defrayed in the wrinkle of space-time and so through sheer force of will and a healthy dose of the aforementioned sound effect The Innocent did relocate The Significant Beast to a new position across the room.
With the wrinkle smoothed out and the time-constant restored The Gigundus Creature scurried for cover and cowered beneath a mighty tower containing clothes. Here it contemplated it’s future, reflected on it’s storied career, praised Araneae for it’s second chance and a new lease on life, and basically resisted arrest.
Twenty mortal minutes later a room was in shambles while The Tremendous Wall Crawler was subdued, transported, and released back into the wild equidistant from four future dens.
The Benevolent Eater of Breakfast warned it against re-entry lest The Innocents still boiling fury be unleashed against it in defense of it’s charge, Miss Amelia Breastsbane.
Let’s start with a detail shot. What do you think the story is here?
Mayhaps a toddler scorned?
Maybe she’s just chewing on some particularly sticky candy?
Or rather contemplating the purpose of the Oscar Meyer Weiner song?
I suppose I can’t speak for the latter but I can, with some confidence, say it wasn’t either of the former. Click here to see “the rest of the story”
Abby knows the difference between boys and girls, theoretically. She knows Mommy’s have babies, she knows Daddy’s don’t. She knows Mommy is a girl and Abby is a girl and Daddy is a boy. She also knows Mommy nurses the baby.
Let’s follow the logic here.
Mommy is a girl and Mommy nurses The Peep
Abby is a girl
Therefore
Abby nurses her Baby.
Today, one of the (million) times that Emma was nursing, Abby appeared from her bedroom with her “baby Emma”, a washcloth to catch the burps, and her nightgown hiked to her chin.
She just needs a little milk
Abby then sat patiently, staring vacantly out the window, “nursing” her little cotton doll, held firmly to her little chest. A few short minutes later she switched sides and this, then, is the REALLY funny part. You may or may not realize how detail oriented Abby is but consider this, between switching sides she reached beneath her nightgown from above and fumbled around a little bit with her fingers at her chest obviously adjusting something in preparation.
If you are watching her do this you can easily see that she is imitating The Mommy hooking and unhooking her nursing bra. When questioned although, Abby doesn’t quite understand the point.
An unconfirmed possibility is that she thinks she is somehow turning the milk on or off.
Here you can observe her burping her “baby Emma”, (complete with spit-up cloth) because
You have to get the burps out.
Believe it or not this is awake!
Don’t believe it. 🙂 This was Mothers Day.
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