I Want a Job For Daddy

Mommy did a very strange thing the other day. She took me to meet this man with a big white beard who called me a "ho" and asked me what I wanted for chris-muss. He seems nice. He promised to bring me some nice toys. I like toys.

Where's Abby?

I've discovered a new game! If I put the blanket over my face, mommy and daddy disappear! But when I pull it away, they're back! (I have no idea why this makes Daddy sound like he's been huffing helium, but there you go.)

You Should See The Other Guy

I had a disagreement with a container of prunes.

Abby the Babby

I've learned something really cool. If I twist my body just right, I can roll over onto my front! I'm trying to move around by slithering on the ground, but it isn't very productive yet. I wonder if my arms and legs could be useful for turning me into a mobile menace.

Nicknames

So far, I've gotten an amazing number of nicknames. Feel free to use them when you meet me.

Daddy calls be Abby the Babby, Abigigglegail, Babigail, babblegail and the abble of his eye.

Uncle Steve calls me Babs and Babster.

Mommy calls me Sweet Pea.

Grandpa Don calls me Abu Dhabi, Possum II and Little Old Abby from Pasadena.

And if ever spew prunes all over mommy again, my name will be mud.

Abby Eats

I love food! I especially like it when Dad feeds me.

Gigglepants

This is a couple of months old. It's daddy playing with me. We have so much fun. I love to giggle.