it takes two hands.

To show people how old you are:
Now, that's a big birthday. I don't feel nearly old enough to have a 6 year old.

Yes, that's right folks. In exactly her fashion (her fashion being slightly obnoxious and quite a bit precocious) Abbie made her debut on our family scene exactly 6 years ago today. Valentine's Day. I'd like to tell you that it has caused her to be a cherub, but I can't tell THAT bold-faced of a lie. I'm just not good at it. But I will brag on her for a moment.

Abbie is, however, a delightfully intelligent child who reads at or beyond a second grade level. She is in an advanced placement Math program as well. She loves school. Loves her brother and sister. Is abundantly helpful around the house. And only throws tantrums when she really means it.

Truly and honestly, she's the best first kid I could have had. She's my little personality clone, sadly. And I'm pretty sure I've only got myself to blame.


Well, myself and my mom who once cursed me by yelling, "I hope you have all daughters just like you!!!" She sure got her wish!