My little Abigail is not so little anymore. She is officially 17 months old. I squeezed her hair into pig tails and it made her look so old. She is so fun. We love having her in our home, even if she is our crazy little stubborn stinkerpot.
What we did for fun Sunday night, the whole family got involved.
Our beloved and devoted dog, Koda. What a good sport he is putting up with us and Abigail. Abbi loves to hug Dakota and give him kisses. He tolerates it.
We already know that Abbi wears the pants in the family, but she thought she'd sport the bloomers too. She thought it was great. I put them on first, then she wanted to try, then dad had to try, and well, we didn't want Koda to feel left out. The things we do for cheap entertainment. She walked around the house for a good hour just sportin' her bloomers on her head. Rizz finally took them off.
Abbi is always making us laugh. She is such a character. She is just a jibber jabber and already has over 20 words to her arsenal.
What me............cute? I guess so.
Looks like a chef, but really just lovin' her bloomers on her head.
We had a busy week with volleyball, Rizz at school, normal house stuff, and Mom turned 60! Way to go grandma. Grandma, Abbi, and I went to Pizza Man to celebrate and Abbi dove into my spagehtti, feeding herself. She looked quite the part after she was done and entertained everyone around us.
Two games this week. Hopefully they go well. My belly is starting to make my sitting on the bench not the most comfortable thing in the world. My athletes had quite the time patting my belly at this weekend's tournament. They couldn't get over what if felt like and thought my belly button sticking out was a trip. Finally, I had to fight them all off from continuing to touch my belly and we started to discuss baby names. They are a funny bunch of girls.
