When something falls behind the washer...

...you get it.

And this is the reward of your labor.

Happy 1/2 Birthday, Little Man

So sorry that you had to spend your day with your first ear infection causing it to be probably the fussiest day of your life yet, which then led to a day spent mostly in bed. Bummer day. But don't worry Little Guy, there are great things in store for you in the next 1/2 year of your life...good food, a little walking, maybe you will even be our first child to crawl, some good chats, and who knows what else. It's going to be so so fun 'cause you're so so so cool. We love you, Lukey!

We new this day would come...

As we were waiting in line at the store a couple of days ago, I turn around to see Abigail and Nathan getting distracted (happens quite frequently actually), so I again casually redirect them with "Abi and Nate, blah, blah, blah, blah" (I'm sure thats what they heard). Well...under her breath I hear, "My name is not Abi." She turns to look at me wondering what I will think of her stern remark to me. I let it slide and ask, "Really. What is your name then?". "It's Abigail." I could not help but bust up laughing. We never intended to start calling her Abi, it just happened, it's quick. Nor have we ever gotten the impression that she cared one way or the other. Later that night at the dinner table I was telling Tory the story and Abigail looks up at us and very princess-like says "On this day, I declare my name to be Abigail." This is so funny to us in more than one way. First of all, who knew she ever thought about her name so seriously? Who new she thought THIS way about her name? And how did she grow up so fast that now she has opinions of her own?

So, for the record, we continue to call her Abigail and Abi and she hasn't said anything else about it. I don't think she cares that much, right now at least. I think I just hit a button on that particular day that rubbed her wrong. Oh, we never cease to be amazed at the things they say. I love this girl!

Costume parties!!

Dress up day at ballet/tap class earlier in the week.

Ours is the cowgirl in the red.

We went to a fall festival party at a friend's house where the kids were able to dress up and of course got TONS of candy. Which leads me to explain the last two pictures you see. On the left, Abigail is running a quick inventory on her goodies. I mean this is very important to someone who is 4, 14, or even 40. Well, things did not quite meet up and we soon found an empty wrapper next to Daddy's chair. G.U.I.L.T.Y.! Shortly after the verdict was out, she was asking me how to spell "don't", "steal", "my", and "candy". That is where the picture on the right comes in. Watch out candy thieves...she is vicious.