Michael, too, has been struggling- seemingly, with the (hopefully) last stretch of canine eruption pain and a delayed reaction to the stress of having an additional sibling in the family mix. He's been throwing fits, napping poorly and hanging out in my lap about 80% of the time that it's free (and attempting to about 99% of the time that it's not).
Abby, at least, has been adding a little fun and spice to life with the adaptation of a brand-new hairdo, a sudden flair for imaginative play, and a novel penchant for mimicry and affectation (more on that to come).
|The telltale teething lower-lip suck.|
|"Bow ties are cool. I need a bow tie." (Thank you, Dr. Who)|
|Working hardly, or hardly working?|
|Setting up her beach blanket, preparing her picnic lunch, and setting aside bread to feed to the seagulls.|
|Introducing the Abby-tail!|
|(In a faux British accent) "Do you want to go up-stairs?"|
Overheard this week:
To Michael, wandering nearby as she lay on her beach blanket- "Michael, can you get out of my ocean?"
Between Tom and Abby, regarding a book cover illustration in which a toddler is throwing a tantrum- Abby: "Why is that little girl crying?"
Tom: "Because she didn't listen to her mommy."
Abby: "What did she climb up on?"
"Spoon ('poon), blue, woof, moo."
(He appears to be able to identify certain colors now, blue being the first.)