I'm doing one of two things here. I'm either raising an incredibly creative child or she's totally warped. Of course I mean that in the most loving way. Some of my best friends are warped. It's just going to be interesting to see which Abby will ultimately be. In the past couple of days she has:
Made a sandwich by herself for the very first time. That in itself doesn't sound too creative, but what if I told you it was peanut butter and cheez whiz? Okay I made that up. It was really peanut butter and Cheeserrific. We're working on a budget here and the WalMart brand is half the price of the "good stuff". I don't think the taste counts for much if you're just mixing it with peanut butter. Now it's one thing that she made it, but she actually ate it as well. And enjoyed it. And asked for it for breakfast this morning. I'm not sure which is more disturbing this or the time she had a peanut butter and Caeser salad dressing wrap. Yes she enjoyed that as well.
Played hide and seek with a bowl of M&M's. Or as she calls them nem and nems. By herself I should add. After Mike gave her a small portion of M&M's in a bowl I found her stashing htem in the pantry. She then retired to her seat at the table and began to count to 10.
Me: Whatcha doin?
Abby: Just playing hide and seek with my nem and nems.
At this point she got up to begin the seek part of the game.
Abby: Are you under the table? Nope! Are you in the bathroom? Nope! Are you in here? (opens the pantry) Oh there you are! I found you! I found you!
She then sat down and ate them all. I'm sure the nem and nems never thought a friendly game of hide and seek would end so tragically.
Right now she's playing "Adelaide". As you may know Adelaide is my dog neice. Meaning she belongs to my brother and his wife. While Abby plays the role of Adelaide I must play the role of Uncle Dave. This is not a game of free will. Abby has already scripted out the game play.
Abby: Uncle Dave tell Adelaide, go to her spot.
Me: Adelaide go to your spot. (Abby crawls over to the corner of the office and looks at me expectantly, tongue out and panting.)
Abby: Uncle Dave tell Adelaide to sit. (I might mention she's already sitting, but I don't)
Me: Adelaide sit.
Abby: Okay you be Adelaide and I'll be Uncle Dave now.
That never came to fruition because she's dashed off to do something else already. So what do you think? Creative genius or not?
1 comment:
I seem to recall something about a dog named crabs, crawling to the corner panting, begging, barking,yesss its all coming back to me now, does this have anything to do with apples and trees??? lmao
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