All by Myself

Abigail goes into her room to change her diaper. She comes back out to the kitchen a few minutes later with a wipe in her hand.

Abigail: I cleaned up the pee off my leg all by myself!

Mom: Did your diaper leak or did you pee after you took your diaper off?

Abigail: I peed after I took off my diaper. I cleaned it on the floor too!

Mom: Do you want me to help you clean it off the floor?

Abigail: No, I can do it all by myself. Do you want to come and clean it all by yourself too?

Mom: Sure! Lillian, come on! You can come clean by yourself too!

Abigail: Let's go! Come on! You can clean all by yourself! Here are the wipes!

It was a joyous cleaning party.

A Man in the Bathroom

Abigail needs to wash her hands and asks for help to do so. Keith is taking a shower in the hall bathroom. Abigail is knocking on the door so she can go in and wash her hands.

Delores: Abigail, Dad's in there taking a shower. Lets go wash your hands in Mom's bathroom.

Abigail: Let's not wash my hands in this bathroom, there's a man in there. There's not a man in Mom's bathroom!

I don't know when Keith became "a man" to Abigail.

My Owwie

I stood in our bathroom, shaving to remove the last of the day's grime. Abigail and Lillian came to show the results of their latest escapade: a shared bath in the other bathroom sink. I was completely happy, having spend the bulk of the day with Abigail petting rabbits, trucking through town, and preparing our garden plot for seeds.

There, in the bathroom, we had a conversation that went something like this:

Abigail: (Looking at a strange bruise, normally covered, on my right shoulder.) You have an owwie.
Keith: Why yes, I do.
(Delores giggles from the other room.)
Abigail: Does it hurt?
Keith: Actually, it feels great!
(More giggles from the other room.)
Keith: (Feeling the obligation to have a little fun...) Mommy gave it to me.
Delores: (From the other room.) Now she's going to think I hurt you.
Keith: (To Abigail.) Well, it was kind of an accident. It's OK.
Abigail: I want to kiss it (better)!
Keith: Chuckling. Seems appropriate.

After a healing kiss, my shoulder never felt better.

Cute conversation

Yesterday our friend Sophi (3) came to visit. Her mom was at the post office in Willard. I hear this conversation in the other room:

Sophi: Where is my mom?

Abigail: She's at the post office

Sophi: She's at Wiward.

Abigail: She's at the post office.

Sophi: She's at Wiward.

Abigail: She's at Wiward?

Sophi: Yeah

Abigail: Oh, I didn't know that.

Kisses

Yesterday Abigail is kissing Lillian on her tummy and back. She likes to kiss people a lot lately. I say to her, "kisses are special and we save them and only kiss people who are special to us." She replies, "I'm special!" and proceeds to kiss her leg several times.

Speaking of kissing...Abigail informed us that she was sleeping beauty in her new Easter dress and we needed to kiss her to wake her up. She now also tells Keith and me to go to sleep so she can kiss us awake.