Good Day Bad Day

Before I can fully explain, you need a little background information. Earlier in the summer, Abby named her pacifier..."Red." It is actually pink but that is beside the point in her opinion. Since then, it has taken on an animate personality. In fact, Red got put in time out the other day because he wasn't where he was supposed to be during dinner. Where he was supposed to be, I'm not sure, but the floor was not the right spot.

And as far as Abby is concerned, Red is the ONLY paci. She will only use the others if Red can absolutely not be found after an hour of searching.

Tragically, this morning Red was accidently left at Wal-Mart (quite possibly abandoned in the produce section in the little plastic bin of pinto beans...GROUSE!) Upon arriving home, Abby frantically started searching and asking to return to Wal-Mart to find him. To make matters worse, with a little (okay, a lot) of encouragement from Daddy, Mommy helped the emergency pacifiers disappear also. So Abby is officially pacifier"less."

Naptime was horrible; she yelled and cried and fought...pleading for Red. But she is awake now and seems okay, traumatized, but okay. And if you are interested, Mommy is a little traumatized also because she is convinced that next week Abby will be starting college.

In other news, Abby has managed to potty train herself in a matter of 6 days. Really, we had been working on it for several months with no pressure, but when she burned her feet we had basically stopped trying for a while. Then, 6 days ago, we put her in panties one morning and she has stayed essentially dry ever since. She has even made it through 5 of 7 naps and numerous errand outings. YAY Abby Grace!!!

4th of July...Finally

I'm a little (or a lot) slow getting 4th of July pictures posted this year, but here they are. The parade was a big hit this year! Abby Grace's great-grandmothers would have been oh so proud to see her sitting and waving her flag as all the generations before her have done. In addition, she loved clapping for the Hardin Simmons band and collecting a mound of candy.

Riding the mechanical bull with Mommy having a mild heart attack in the background. Thanks Uncle Justin!! :)

Prime Time complete with riding a go-cart and bowling

Happy 60th Birthday, Pop!

Red River, New Mexico

A couple of weeks ago, we took a weekend trip to Red River with some friends from Borger. On the first day, Abby was a little concerned about the fish "she caught" with her Dora fishing pole; she kept asking if it was hurt. We explained that it was okay (it was temporarily still swimming on a string). Worried that she would panic when it came time to clean the fish, I questioned Jeremy as to what he intended to say then. Amazingly, simply saying we were cleaning them so we could eat them did the trick. By our last day, Abby was carrying the fish like a pro!

Some of our other activities while there included limited hiking (Jeremy had to carry Abby the whole time because she refused to walk and considering my track record, it was unsafe for me to carry her while climbing), riding a "bicycle" through town, riding the ski lift to the top of the mountain for a better view, and hanging out around the campfire at our friends' campsite (we stayed in a cabin!). While all of this was fun, the best part may have been the weather. One day, the temperature never got above 70.