Dear Abigail, The other night as we were pulling into the garage, you unbuckled your seatbelt and tiptoed up to my seat and said, “Mom? Can I tell you a secret?” I cheerily replied “Sure!” and then you dropped your truth with a giggle: “It’s really scary to tell your crush you like them.” <blink>…
Category Archives: Abigail Grace
Happy 7th Birthday, Abigail.
Does anybody have a map? Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? I don’t know if you can tell But this is me just pretending to know **** Dear Abigail – Today you are seven. Kid, this is pretty big league stuff. If it has a pulse and will listen to…
Happy 4th Birthday, Abigail
Dear Abigail, Today you are four. Yesterday I spent a goodly portion of the afternoon down a rabbit hole of old pictures, mostly those we captured the first year of your life. I am not wistful for those days, though they did lend themselves a certain simplicity I obviously couldn’t understand at the time. With…
I thought I would try this again
Abigail started preschool this year. All children’s milestones are so obviously learning experiences for the adults in their lives, too, that it’s the height of hubris to assume otherwise. Things that preschool has taught us thus far: 1) Our kid is not a morning person. She’s many things, but she damn near hisses in anger…
Happy 3rd Birthday, Abigail
Oh, Abigail Grace, you are THREE. I say that not only in sheer wonder in where the time has gone but also because it is the most oft-uttered statement in this house. “Abigail is awfully three today.” “SOMEONE is three. Jesus. THREE.” Here’s the truth of being three: it sucks. I don’t remember it, of…
NaNoWriMo: Of tattoos and other things
Abigail has no true interest in potty training. I mean, she has two potties, and will talk about going, but putting it all together is a hill we’ve yet to climb. This, however, doesn’t stop her from asking to join me every time I go. The worst part – and it is, I’m sorry –…
NaNoWriMo: Small Truths #3,765
When Abigail is sick, she is kind of a jerk. I mean, all toddlers are, and I understand that, but at some point this week, when it was another middle-of-the-night, can’t-sleep, feeling-awful tromp in the dark, and Abigail insisted on sitting in my lap so she could scream at full-tilt inches away from my face,…
NaNoWriMo: This Kind Of Kid
She is the sort of kid who will say, “Mama, don’t worry. You’re a great friend.” …and the sort of kid who will demand to join me in the bathroom, sit on my lap and bark, “YOU HAVE TO GO POOP!” She is the sort of kid who, when you offer her more of something,…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.