So, since I don't ever really have time to write as much as I'd like, I am cramming four stories in this one post. But, brace yourselves for the cuteness, four might just be overload status. ;) Hope you enjoy.
Well, I knew the day would come. Miss Abigail has decided she is going to
bless us with full on complete sentences. Even more impressive is the discovery,
through this newly acquired communication ability, that she has quite the
thinking process, advanced far beyond her age really. Before now she could
communicate, but seldom did she need to be terribly detailed about it. Now
there is so much more in her little world that she comprehends that she has
finally felt it necessary to be able to express herself. And boy is it amusing!!
Earlier this morning we were sitting by the window looking
out into the field, watching the trees blow and the cows staring back, when she
spotted the two goat houses that Savannah and Addie and Dion spent a tremendous
amount of time on last week and over the weekend. Completed, it is a little “fort/community” play-area
with a freshly raked and swept dirt driveway and a picnic table for eating.
“Me p’ay [play], Mom?”
“Oh you see the fort the girls built?”
“Yeah, Mom! Me p’ay?”
“You wanna get dressed and go play in that?”
“No, Mom come. Mom pay me ‘side [outside].”
“Oh man, Abby! I wish
I could, Mom has to take a shower and get ready for work.”
“No Mom work. Me…” *insert
extremely convincing fake cry here* “… Mom go work.”
“What?? You’ll cry if
I go to work???”
“Yeah, Mom no work. Me tye [cry]. Mom p’ay me ‘side.”
“Oh Abby!! You’re so
cute! But we need money, don’t we?”
*MAJOR thinking
occurred here for at least 20 seconds.*
“Yeah, money Mom. Me work Mom. Me no tye.”
I burst into laughter immediately!!
“Whaaaaaaat??? You wanna come with mom to work so we can
make money but so you won’t cry??”
*huge grin on her face*
“Yeah, Mom! Me help mom work. Me no tye. Yeah money.”
No joke peeps. This
is the though process of a 2-year-old. Haha!
10 minutes later I sat down at my desk to try to finish 9
million things in 2 minutes.
(Yes, I
need some help being more realistic sometimes.) And it goes without saying that
Abby is attached to me at the hip, so she tries squeezing into my office chair
next to me to do her own “homework”. Apparently she wasn’t too fond of my big
butt taking up so much of the chair, cause here is a rundown of the events that
followed.
“Me homework Mom too? Me not touch Mom homework.”
“Okay, Abby, if you wanna sit and do homework with me you
can, just don’t touch!”
“No touch Mom homework. Yeah.”
She found some sticky
tabs.
“For, Mom?” as she holds them up for me to see.
“Oh those are stickies, you put them on paper or in a book
to mark your place.”
“Me one, Mom? My own, Mom?”
“Sure! You can use
one! Where is your paper I gave you earlier?”
“Know, Mom? My paper at?”
“I think it’s in the kitchen on the counter where you left
it. Go look.”
“Mom yook. Mom doe yook my paper.”
“What!?!? It’s YOUR
paper, you go get it!”
She sighs, yes sighs…
then climbs down and heads out to the kitchen.
From the kitchen she hollers,
“Me no fine paper, Mom!
No see!”
She comes back into the room and I get up and head out
there. And I see the paper sitting on
the bar stool. Now I know that the paper
was on the counter, so this means that she FOUND the paper and moved it and
then decided to have me go find it anyway.
I wasn’t sure what was up so I called her to come out to the kitchen.
“Hey Abby! Come here!”
“Wha’ Mom? Yeah? Wha’ Mom?”
“Uhm, your paper is right there. How can you not find that?”
“Oh. Oh, Mom. There
paper. Silly Abby.”
Here’s where it comes together… as I start walking back to
my desk she snatches up her piece of paper and runs past me at warp speed laughing!! Laughing and making a bee line straight for
my chair!!! She dives in my chair just
as I approached it.
“HA! HA! Mom! Me Mom’s
chair!! Mom no chair! Abby’s chair! Ha!
Ha! Mom!”
Yep. For real. She just stole my chair. And not only stole it: she plotted and staged
and then executed a plan to enable her to steal it!! All inside her two-year-old little mind.
“What?!?!? You stole
Mom’s chair!!!”
And the tickle fest ensued.
…
…
Just to be clear though…
I went and got myself a new chair from the kitchen
table. Lol.
Not long after that the neighbor went driving by on her Rhino/golf-cart
thing with her 4 dogs following behind her.
Abby shouted, “Me doe say hi! Me pe’ [pet] dogs!” and out the front door
she went… in just panties. I hollered at her as she was booking it down the driveway,
“Hey
Abby! Where are you going??”
“Me he’p [help]!”
“Oh I don’t think she needs your help, sweatie!”
“Me see. Me ask he'p.”
“Well wait, come get some cloths on and then ask her!” lol
“Oh, yeah!” she says, and stops and turns around and starts
booking it back. Lol.
She got dressed and went and stood at the end of the
driveway waiting. When the neighbor
stopped on her way back by she greeted Abby with a hug. Abby promptly ask,
“Me he’p you? You nee’ me he’p?”
The neighbor just looked at me with the biggest grin on her face! “Oh sweetie!” she says to Abby, “that’s so
nice. Maybe you can help me later? I have to hurry and go meet someone right
now.” Abby looked at her slightly disappointed
but seemingly encouraged enough by the thought of later that she didn’t fall
apart, and instead said, “Yeah. Me he’p yater.”
How thoughtful is she???
Later at my mom’s house, after kissing Abby and giving her
loves, she hollered to me as I was leaving out the door for work,
“Mom hurry!
Come home! Mom hurry come home now!”
“Okay, Abby!! Mom will hurry and come home as soon as I’m
done at work!”
Lord have mercy!