Abigael-ism

So we sat down to our nightly ritual of "what is Abigael not going to eat tonight?" It was a lazy evening and we splurged on take-out from Red Mill Burgers. For a change of pace, I was able to mostly enjoy my meal while Abigael picked the sesame seeds off of her burger. Occasionally I pleaded with her to take a bite of burger or french fry (jeesh, what kid won't eat fries?!) Finally, her attention span disappeared with my patience. I took her plate away and we talked while I finished eating. As a last resort (I know, she'll eat when she's hungry, but it still bugs me), I asked if she would like something different to eat.

Abigael: "Yes. Sand-mich."

Me: Eyeroll. Hello...a hamburger IS a sandwich. "OK, honey. What kind of sandwich would you like?"

Abigael: "Hmmmm.....a birthday sand-mich."

Me: "Honey, it's not your birthday. Are you sure you don't want your hamburger sandwich?"

Abigael: Determined furrow in her brow. "Birthday sand-mich!"

Me: "Alright, I give up. What is on a birthday sandwich?"


Abigael: Big grin. "Birthday Cake!!"

Busy, busy

Sorry I haven't posted recently. Between Brandon's surgery, a busy work schedule and a tornado named Abigael, I've just been too distracted and tired. Not to mention my laptop was kidnapped and is being held hostage by Brandon (along with the couch). If you haven't already, head over to Brandon's blog for the latest on his leg saga. Prayfully this surgery will be the last and we all can start to work back towards a normal life.

In the meantime, look at this big girl!