Another Example of Keeping Current

After the move, we were able to take Abby for her 1 year old pictures.  Yes...Abby was born in December - so we were a bit off in timing.

We're Still Here

Wow...January 9th was the last post.  I knew it had been a while, but geesh...

Lot has happened since January 9.  We put the house on the market and it promptly so

ld.  The process opened up a can of stress that we weren't maybe ready for. 

On top of that, we learned that all our hard work had paid off.  Abby will have to 

do a better job sharing effective October 27 (or thereabouts).  We learned of o

ur good fortune just as a bid on our new house was being countered.  The reality of an increased mortgage, 2nd child care expense, and uncertainty of the move made it an interesting week.

The close date on our old house was a week prior to the close date on our new house.  So...we had the pleasure of staying with Barb & Ed for the week.  It went very well and we were grateful they were so accommodating - both with us actually being there, and also using their garage as a storage shed.  Not to mention the help moving stuff.  

The whole family was very helpful - both sets of grandparents...both of our brothers.  It was a crazy week.

So, by Easter we were somewhat settled in to the new house.  

Abby had her 2nd Easter and was comparatively more interested than in her first.  

At home, she enjoyed the wonderful gifts in her Easter basket...

...at Grandma's, she enjoyed her first Easter Egg Hunt.  

Sorry to anyone who checks regurlarly - we'll work on posting more frequently...

No, No, No

We've gotten some 'no' in the past couple of weeks. I love sitting in my high chair looking at the 'no'. Mom keeps calling it snow, but I keep telling her it's 'no', not 'snow'. Oh well, she'll probably never learn. I think that the 'no' is pretty and all, but I don't want anything to do with it. I certainly don't want to touch it or play with it. It must be slippery because I get to watch cars spin their tires and slide down the street in front of our house.

Well, mom doesn't know me very well, she put in a whole bunch of clothes last week and took me outside to do what she called play in the snow. I don't know what she was thinking - I could hardly move in two layers of clothes and a nosuit. I tried to quietly protest before she even got me dressed by running away from her every time she went to put an article of clothing on me, but it didn't work. We still went outside to play in the 'no'.

Thank Heavens Mom & Dad Went Back to Work

Phew!!!

That was close. After that fit I threw with Santa, wasn't sure what was going to happen. Turns out everything was okay. Some pics of the loot...


Presents everywhere...where to start?
















This box seems pretty sweet. Why do Mom and Dad act is if they're disappointed I'm playing with this?

So Santa brought some cool things. A slide, picnic table, safari truck, blocks, cell phone, books, a camera, just for starters.





Perhaps the best gift I received was Mom and Dad being off work for nearly two weeks. Or so it seemed. We got to play quite a bit. Mom and Dad certainly enjoyed it...and I did, too. Its just...well, have you met my Dad? Sure, he can get a laugh or two going. But after awhile, its just annoying.

Mom does a better job of mixing up my entertainment. Of course, any time I get bored, all they have to do is get the camera out. Its like catnip to me. I get so excited. Its all can focus on.

Its just so....amazing. This silver object. Heavy. Cold. Flashes and makes funny sounds. My parents always have the darn thing out. I'm hypnotized by it.

They get this thing out and they know I'm fascinated by it. So how long do they let me play with it. 15 minutes? 30 minutes? More?

Try about two. That's right. One hundred and twenty seconds. They act like my chewing it or putting my greasy fingers on that little circular glass thing is the end of the world. And Dad. Talk about uptight. Sheesh. The guy flips out. "Abby! No!" What is this "no"? I hear it a lot nowadays. I'm getting tired of it. In fact, I've started saying it to my parents. You like 'dat, Mom and Dad?

I really don't like their tone..and the fact they take my camera away. Just so they feel it a little, this is a look of what I give them when they tear my beautiful camera away from me:

So by the end of Mom and Dad's break from work, I was ready to go back to school. Only, there was a catch. I had to go to the toddler room.

That's right. I'm big time. Toddler! Kind of sad - I used to be the leader of my class. Bigger, more developed, smarter. Now I'm at the other end of the spectrum. And these kids don't scare easy with poopy diapers. I kinda miss my teachers from the infant room, but it will be okay. I think the adjustment's been harder on Dad. He seems sadder in the mornings when dropping me off since they allow me a lot more freedom. So much to explore in this room.

Oh well...Happy New Year!

Dear Santa: It's Not You, Its Me...

Dear Santa,

We met for the first time last week. While I didn't grasp the scope of my behavior at that time, someone at the school (paparazzi, probably) is paying waaaay too much attention to me and got some rather embarrassing photos and forwarded them to me and, well....



It was a rough day. I didn't wake up at the appropriate time, but instead 45 minutes early. That throws everything off. And Mommy had been threatening to complete my weening process the coming weekend...as if an ear infection wasn't enough for me to worry about. Couple those with the fact I didn't have regular poopies all day (four BMs before 3 PM - could you imagine?) and my teacher tried to feed me carrots again and I just wasn't right.

So - I ask for you to forgive my behavior. You know...just in case you happen to be in the neighborhood sometime around...I don't know December 24/25?




I've been a good girl most of the year. Aside from some isolated incidents when perhaps I cried for Mom and Dad when I didn't really need them, I behave pretty well.

If you can see it in your heart to forgive me, I would be so grateful.

Sincerely,

Abby

First Birthday for Abigail!

Abby's first birthday party was last weekend at Party Pals. Abby had a great time running around and playing (or trying to) on all the equipment. Here's a few pics.




















































































Abby and her cousin Corey:















Abby in the climber:















Ian playing:














Pics of Abby's cakes: