This blog has been pretty quiet for quite some time now. Why? Well, there's one main item that's kind of overtaken my life and it's hard to think about much else let alone let my creative juices flow at all. And frankly, *I* get sick and tired of hearing myself whine about how much I dislike pregnancy so I'm hardly going to put too many others through it.
And so instead, the cuteness of a 2 year-old. Two conversations that took place in our house yesterday.
Abby, climbing out of the car at the end of the day: The snow's all gone!
Abby, looking at me wisely: It's gone to church.Background on story #2: Abby has a new friend at daycare. Her name is Tracey. For the past few weeks Abby has referred to her as Kracey even though any time J-L and I speak of her we refer to her as Tracey.
Dad: Who all was at daycare today?
Abby: K, A, Kracey
Dad: Oh, Kracey
was there all day too?
Abby, looking at her father as though he's not the sharpest tool in the shed: No, Dad, Tracey