Showing posts with label Abbyisms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abbyisms. Show all posts

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The things Abby says...

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We were visiting the grands a couple of weeks ago, and Abby carries this Encylopedia of Animals everywhere.  She’s read the whole thing and not only is she fascinated by it, she also quizzes you on it.  Unfortunately for me, she knows far more about animals than I ever thought about knowing.  It’s hard to bluff a four and a half year old, too!

Abby:  Grammie, did you know armadillos curl into a ball?

Me:  Uh, no Abby, I didn’t know that.

Abby:  Grammie do you know what a baby kangaroo is called?

Me:  Uh, I know that, uh, I do, just let me think a minute

Abbie:  (rolling eyes)  It’s called a Joey, Grammie

Me:  Oh yes, a Joey, I knew that, Abby, really I did!

Abbie:  And did you know that a Joey lives in a pouch in it’s mommy’s tummy, Grammie, and it feeds off her breast!

Me:  Ya, uh-huh, okay, Abby, sure...

Fast forward to yesterday when Lindsay posted on her Facebook page about Abby memorizing commercials.  She knows them verbatim, and apparently she told a lady in Trader Joes that she and her mama were going to The Liquor Barn because it’s the number one source for party supplies in Lexington!

I love posting Abbyisms,  when she’s grown and has children of her own, she will read these entries and be fascinated at what she was doing at this age.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Abbyisms...

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Abby:  Grammie, I really like your home.

Grammie:  You do Abby, why?

Abby:  Cause you have pretty stuff… and no stairs!

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Abby:  Ppa, why are your feet dirty?

Ppa:  Because I've been walking in the garage barefoot, Abby

Abby:  Well, you need to wash them...

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Abby:  Grammie, does Mrs. Dowd have a little girl? (Mrs. Dowd lives in the condo next door)

Grammie:  No Abby, Mrs. Dowd is old

Abby:  How old is she, Grammie?

Grammie:  96

Abby:  NINETY-SIX, that's almost a hundred, Grammie...

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Abby's Summer Visit 2013

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Lindsay and Ben brought Abby half way to Heavensville  today, we met at Cracker Barrel for a quick lunch, and Abby came home with us for a few days.  It's her first visit, and she was reassuring her mother.  Linds was telling her goodbye and hugging her tightly and Abby said, "Don't worry, I'll come back."

We've got so many things planned, what a fun week we have ahead...

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