Happy Birthday, little girl! Today is Abigail's birthday. I can't even believe how much light one little girl has brought into my life. I love the way she crinkles her nose when she smiles, the way she smiles every time I smile at her, the way she searches for my necklace whether I'm wearing one or not, the way her eyes light up when she looks in the mirror, the way she watches the dogs and her brother with a sense of wonder, the way she tries to sing along with music in the car, the way she talks to me like I fully understand every word she's saying, and the way she tucks her head under my chin when I rock her to sleep. I can't imagine my life without her. I love you, Abigail! Happy Birthday!
Abigail in her Easter outfit. We had it made by Debbie at Little Noel. I love it! I'll try to post more up close pictures later. The patchwork on the pants is my favorite. Debbie is also making Abigail's birthday outfit.
We took pictures outside of church this morning. This one is my favorite of my dad and the kids.
I'm now convinced that we will never get that "perfect" family picture.
Parker really needed a haircut. And, those of y'all that know me well, know that Parker doesn't do haircuts. In fact, he FREAKS out to the extreme with a haircut. I decided that while there I should go ahead and get Abigail's trimmed to be all the same length. I got pictures of Abigail. I didn't get any of Parker- he wouldn't have appreciated that. Abigail, on the other hand, seems to already know that getting a haircut is like heaven, and sparkles in the hair make every day a better day...
My grandmother was in town for the haircuts too. We LOVED having her visit us for a few days.
I loaded up the kids tonight and headed to the YMCA for a workout. I had no idea the pure giddiness joy that was going to come from the event that I was about to encounter.
I had been on an elliptical with headphones in my ears for about 30 minutes when I heard this loud screaming/ screeching noise. My first thought was, "Holy crap! Gotta get the kids. Something's wrong here." Then I turned around to see what was going on.
There was a woman, I would guess in her 50's, who had tripped on her treadmill. The problem was that she didn't let go. She was hanging on to the hand grips on the sides of the treadmill, her legs had slipped. So, picture this... she's hanging on, her feet dangling off the edge of the treadmill, screaming as loud as she could, and the treadmill was still going.
Then, all of a sudden... Whoosh!... The treadmill sucks her pants right off. Now, she's hanging on, screaming, feet dangling, no pants, just white silky granny panties.
The whole gym had stopped.
I've never seen anything like this happen before. Finally, someone was able to stop the treadmill, and someone helped her find her pants and get them back on.
Once I realized she was okay, I became very tickled. You know, the kind where you're trying so hard not to laugh that you start having tears form in your eyes. I tried to resume exercising, but I couldn't. I had no strength, all my strength was going to trying not to laugh.
Yes, I am one of those people who laugh when the guy trips, falls off the bike, etc. It's funny. It's really really funny. (I also laugh at myself when things like this happen to me. It's funny.)
I will never, ever, forget the pants being sucked off the woman hanging onto the treadmill screaming at the Y.