All About the Girl and Other Stuff Too

I should be sleeping outside tonight. The forecast for Philly is 5°F tonight, which could be a few degrees colder out in these parts. I should be throwing my -20°F sleeping bag out on the deck and settling down for a toasty night.

We’ll see. That’s quite a routine change when you’re crashing down after a long day. So why talk about it? What’s the point?

Been working a lot lately. There’s so much work, Jen’s been volunteering at the office. She’s testing. Though her volunteering only creates more work for me. It’s good though. Better someone else finds the bugs in our software before someone who pays for it.

Now to the good stuff. I’ve got tons of Abigail pictures. I loaded a bunch on the gallery, which you can see here, but these were sort of standouts or just highlights from the gallery shots.

First off, she’s pretty comfortable with the dogs.

Look at those little feet!

CJ can be a bit grouchy, but Gretchen doesn’t mind the attention at all. I’m actually worried I’ll have to teach her how to “fear” (i.e. respect) some dogs.

She’s also a climber.

Yeah, yeah all little kids climb, but we’re really trying to figure out ways to safely encourage it. It’s great exercise and excellent problem solving.

She’s also a great helper.

Jen’s been reorganizing the bathroom and soon will move onto the pantry. Abigail’s there for every minute of it, which is good, cause when I can’t find something, I’ll know who to ask.

She’s also a ferocious reader.

so ferocious she has to find herself a little lair in which to crawl, hide and read.

She insists on the tight little spaces. If you’re sitting on the floor leaning against the wall and there’s the tiniest gap between you and the wall, she has to take it. Between couches, chairs and end tables, those are her destinations.

Or outside, if that’s where Dad’s going.

Actually not a self portrait.

Or even downstairs to setup the trainer with Dad.

Those are all desirable destinations too.

She’s really quite the stinker. When I took my wheel off to swap tires for the trainer, she immediately fixated on the greasy pointy cogs. Nothing else about the wheel interested her. I tried getting her to hold it, maybe touch the spokes while I took a picture, but she wasn’t having it. All she wanted was the cog set, so I had to put it away. Sure enough, the minute I let my guard down, she b-lines it for the wheel and grabs the cogs. Luckily I got her to Mom for a wipe down before the fingers went in her mouth.

One last thing. As if it wasn’t enough a kid her age has as much hair as she does, her Mother and Grandmother thought they’d push it further with a curler.

A curler!. The pigtail on top I was cool with. The barrette was cute, but a curler?

That’s it. I’m done. Maybe I’ll go find my cold weather sleeping gear.

– b