Friday, October 22, 2010

Less

We had a little adventure today, after detecting a very-minor gas leak outside our home. In short order, my dad was here, the Questar guy was here, and my girls were enjoying the most exciting late Friday evening we've had in some time.

I seized the teaching moment, and told Abigail about natural gas.

Me: Do you recognize the smell?

Abigail: Um hmmm.

Me: This is the smell of natural gas. It can be a scary smell if it weren't for the nice gas man here helping us out. If you ever recognize this smell, tell mom or dad...
... Kinda like I did...

Well, things got straightened out, and we settled down in the kitchen for pre-bed-time snacks. Now, my little Abigail loves one food above all foods. In the diet of Abigail, it reigns in the largest tier of the food pyramid, esteemed and regarded above all else. You guessed it! The yogurt food group.

In a crazy attempt to restore yogurt to its proper place on the pyramid, we told Abigail we were going to eat less yogurt. After explaining our reasons, she heartily agreed.

Delores: What would you like for your snack? You could have...

Abigail: I want less yogurt.

Delores: You want less yogurt, huh?

Abigail: Yeah! I want LOTS of less yogurt!


So we did.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

First Hair Cut


This is Abigail's very first haircut - ever!

She wanted it short like Mom's so it wouldn't blow in the wind and Lillian wouldn't pull it. She loves her hair and loves that it doesn't blow in the wind and when Lillian pulls it, it is not nearly as painful for her.

This is the first female haircut I have ever done. After this picture, I later did a touch-up hair cut to get the loose ends. It looks better now.

Working Hard


Yesterday Abigail and Keith did yard work. They painted the newly fixed gate/fence and began laying bricks for our new and improved flower garden. While Keith was organizing bricks, he gave Abigail permission to walk on all the bricks except the one or two he was currently working on. When she later wanted to walk on the off limits bricks Keith was working on, Keith reminded her not to. Her reply: work more.