This little girl has been a mix of super-sweet and super-well- read
The girl with a curl. But oh, do we love her so. I started this post last week when she was officially 2 1/2 years old, but time has continued to get away from me.
She has a small obsession with owls and often makes hooting sounds at random, after which she will curiously look around the room and exclaim, "Did you hear that? I fink it was a scaaary owl!" She saw a pair of pajamas at Target today that had little owls all over them. I asked her if she liked them, and she gave me a look of
Are you crazy?! But she did request that we get them for Olive. Not sure if she was being thoughtful or throwing her cousin under the bus. Regardless, we came away with them. Heather, your daughter is getting owl pajamas for Christmas. Hoot!
Last night was the first night I've known Abigail to have a nightmare. She awoke, crying. Mike went up to check on her, and her sobs became hysterical. After a few minutes of stroking her head to calm her, I got her to at least say "yeah" when I asked her if she'd had a bad dream and-- "A monster," as her frightened eyes darted around the room. Jack's constant gabbing about monsters had gotten the poor girl scared out of her wits.
Last week, when we were at Steak n Shake, there was a bigger couple sitting not too far from us. The woman got up to use the restroom. I held my breath and tried to distract Abigail's attention away as she stared at the large woman walking past, very slowly. But it was too late. "She's bigger." I'm hoping the woman was out of ear shot.
Our friend, Beatrix (and her mom and brother, Emmitt, who's a week younger than Iris) came over yesterday, and I thought she and Abigail were two peas in a pod. They followed each other around playing baby and then princess. I got out Abigail's princess hat that I made for her a few weeks ago, which she showed really no interest in at the time. After Beatrix wanted to wear that one instead of the one she'd worn to our house, Abigail is now finally giving it a chance (Thanks, Bea!).
But it's been hard to get a shot of her wearing it-- she floats when it's on her head.
When Abigail's not wearing it, Jack has delegated it to Foxy Loxy's head. It's easier to get a decent shot of it on her. She's not so flighty.
Besides her delightful and challenging sides, she seems to have a bit of a sick sense of humor- I'd say not unlike the women on my side of the family. She loves to sing, and she often asks me to "sing the sing about the babies falling." I still have yet to figure that out (I've tried
Rockabye Baby and
Ring Around the Rosie with no luck), but she frequently brings it up and shows a disturbing delight at the thought of these babies falling.
When we were in Wisconsin while on our long trip, Abigail asked Grandpa Ryan to draw a picture of a baby. He acquiesced, and right after, Abigail scribbled vigorously right over the baby with a red crayon exclaiming, "It's fire!" with a bit of a crazed look, I might add. Just recently, she did something very similar, but I can't recall the exact event. I have to try to stop myself from laughing when she does things like this. She does like the attention, and sometimes I think she tries to attain it through actions like these. I just like to record these things while I'm thinking of them, as I know I'll want to remember in later years. Tell her what a nut she was. And how she fits right into our family.
