So, on the way home from taking the kids rock climbing today, Abby screamed the whole way home. I rescued her from the car seat and fed her and then went about cleaning the kitchen. Then this exchange happened:
Andy: “Did you know Asher is sleeping out in the car?”
Me: “No. We’re terrible parents.”
Andy: “I think we are getting too many to keep track of.”
“I think I now know why Dads love their daughters so much. Â You marry your wife and she’s the most beautiful thing in your world. Â Then you have a daughter and she looks like your beautiful wife but with a little bit of you mixed in.”
To me, “You and Abby are pretty.”
So today Abby managed to poop through clothes, my shirt, pants and my underwear. Â That’s a new one for me.
“I want to quit!” (Referring to swimming lessons.)
Asher was admiring Abby in the swing today. Among the many things he said to her was, “You are not the master. God is. Trust Him.”
One of my many nicknames for Abby is the “one sock wonder.” Â I named her this because she usually has only one sock on. Â Whenever I see her in her one sock glory, I can’t help but bust out into a catchy jingle I composed that goes, “She’s the one sock wonder. Â She only has one sock. Â She is the one sock wonder. Â She has one sock. Â And that is all. Â Just one sock. Â And that is all… .”
“I think we should nickname “Abby” “Joy” because she’s a joy to the world.”
I threw a large ball from the living room into the play room and accidentally broke Jude’ 2 foot high Lego creation that he’d had on display for about 4 months. I was trying to comfort him and was telling him that he’s older now and more creative now than he was when he made it and that he could make something even cooler. He said, “Actually, you get less creative with age.” After thinking about it, I think he’s probably right.
“Abby is the cutest person in the family.”