[after protracted sucking at the sippy cup]
Abby, that is enough water honey. You don’t want to pee in the bed.
[30 seconds pass after setting it down all the while admiring it’s soft orange and blue glow in the early evening half-light, the zoo animals dancing lightly around it’s circumfrence. A longing stare. A knowing whisper]
Mmmmm…Sure is good
I came home from work bleary eyed but contemplative.
I stood in the doorway to the kitchen looking past everything in the room. When I noticed Abby, fresh off a late nap, looking back at me wondering where I was and what that meant for her movie I said without introduction
“Can I have a hug?”
long pause and then looking much like this picture she said very quietly into her hand…
“Mommy already gave you one.”
Young children need more recognition in dictionaries for coining phrases and words.
Having dinner last night of cucumbers with ranch dressing, ham rolls, and cheese. Abby cried out, when she noticed her ranch was missing.
Momma! Don’t forget my ranch dipping!
Ladies and Gentlemen, this family has a new word.
Angela and I are having another girl. We saw the ultrasound tech yesterday for the typical 18-22 week invasion of privacy (the babies I mean). Can’t even be a lady anymore.
We couldn’t be happier. She is healthy and sound and doing well.
The amazing technology these days is able to check blood flow through the heart and umbilical cord with some kind of doppler that can tell which blood is coming and going and they can even closely anaylyze the ventricles of the heart, the alignment of the spine, the closure of key bones etc. Just the past 3 years (since Abby’s ultrasound) has seen huge strides between comparable technologies.
We told Abby over the past week that we were going to get a picture of the baby that day. Somehow she got it in her mind that we would SEE the baby.
Is it gonna open now?
Is what gonna open now?
Momma’s belly.
She is excited to show her baby sister how to help her put on dresses.
So, the key questions that seem to always get asked:
Without further ado, lets get on with the assault on her right to privacy.
The first shot shows her head on the right and her hand up “in the air” above her nose.
The second shot shows her little foot and partially developed bones in her tibia.
My god, that girl over there with the lettermans jacket says she is in the class of 2008!
Yeah
That is amazing!
Yeah, that means these people are a whole person-who-is-able-to-vote younger than us!
We went and had pictures taken with Santa today.
Everywhere people noticed the beautiful dress, the little Dorothy basket and the beautiful girl.
My you have a beautiful dress! Are you going to see Santa?
Uh huh.
Oh and what a nice basket. How old are you?
(With her fingers) ‘three’
Three years old? You are a big girl aren’t you?!
Uh huh but sometimes I pee in my pants though.
Momma? Could you turn the sun off? Cause it’s too bright in my eyes.
Abby and I were partaking in our nightly playtime ritual and…
Your feet are freeeeeezing little girl!
[very slight pause…and then looking at me with a wry smile for added emphasis. Did I say a wry smile? Yes, who would think that a 3 year old could have a wry smile but she does. For that matter, she has had it since she was 20 months]
Well don’t touch ’em then!
Dad?
What?
I’m gonna go get pretty. And then you can dance with me.
Pause it! Pause it!
Why?
Because I need to find a kitty!
What? Why?
Because Dorothy just found the Tin Man and he has a kitty in the tree.
-long pause wondering which part of Oz she is from-
What in the world are you talking about?
Where he’s singing and the kitty in the tree says “Wherefore art thou Meow-meow”
We found a kitty.
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