I'm ornery. That's all there is to it.

When I am queen of the world, women won't get winded just by being pregnant. I haven't moved from the couch and yet I can't breathe because this baby is completely squishing my diaphragm. So yes, friends, I am barely showing, but it's because this baby is all inside and making it impossible to sit and breathe. Some days I just wish she was all on the outside and I looked like two pigs, fighting under blanket. BLARG!

And I refuse to do dishes. And yet I know that in ten minutes I'll stand up to finally do them. I just have so many cute projects I want to do, but by the time I finish the stuff I NEED to do, I don't have the energy to complete the stuff I WANT to do.

You know those days when you're exhausted and your whole lower body is in pain and your child has just pushed every button possible so that you want to almost strangle them? You know those days? It's been one of those days.

But in attempt to counter the negativity I have just spilled, here are a couple pictures of my sister with Abigail. I giggle in delight when I see these. My sister just cut her hair from below her shoulders to this super awesome, chic Audrey Hepburn style. I LOVE IT. How many 15 year-olds do you know that are mature enough for this? Just Maryn. She's beautiful, artsy, fashion-savvy, brilliant, and amazing. And Abby's best friend. LOVE my sisters.

Abby's family prayer

Dear heavenly father,
Thank thee for this day.
And papa and mama.
And Abigail and stories.
And Abigail and drink my milk.
(Pause)
And poop.
(bends over to RIP one)
In the name….

We started laughing so hard we couldn't breathe! Abby was seriously concerned that we were crying. Oh man...I love this babe.

29 weeks and starting to show.

Abby's Valentine's Day ensemble from Grandma Jenkins. Could she get any cuter? Probably. I could try to do her hair for once. ;)

BELLY PICS!

He's HUGE! Don't you think? 29 weeks is really doing stuff to his body. Good heavens. What? You asked for belly pics. It's not like you specified whose belly you wanted.





Okay, fine. Here I am. Black shirts are the best, aren't they? They make you feel so much better when you look in the mirror. As long as you don't turn to the side.



Because when you do, let's be honest. It looks weird.

I don't wear t-shirts in public, don't worry. I haven't damaged anyone's eyes.

We LOVE YOU all and wish you a merry Thursday!

"I'm sorry I cried at you, mom" and other Abby stories

I once ran into a woman in a church bathroom who told me that her favorite stage for children was 18 months to 3 years old. Abby was getting close to 18 months and I remember thinking, "She's psycho. This age is ridiculous!" But now I'm starting to agree with her. Or at least from 2-3 might be my favorite.

Last night Abby was having a hard time sleeping so she asked me to sing her a song. When she asks me to sing, she will always ask that I sing "I am a child of God." When she asks Jesse to sing, it will always be "We're So Far Away" by Mae. Abby knows it as "Remembering." He has sung that to her since she was days old.
I LOVE that Abby can sing all three (I don't typically sing the fourth... I guess I'm lazy), but she can sing all three verses of "I'm a Child of God" with me plus the chorus. And then she will always ask me to sing "Book of Mormon Stories" after and she knows the first two verses of that one. I love hearing her little voice sing with me and if I mess up, she corrects me.

Abby is starting to figure out apologizing and such. The other day I was just exhausted and I broke down crying. I was trying to hide in the bathroom so Jesse and Abby didn't see me, but they both came wandering in when a louder than intended sob broke through. Jesse, of course, put his arms around me and Abby quickly joined in. She patted my back and said, "I'm sorry I got mad at you, mom." I started laughing. Who could stay sad with such a sweet two-year-old?

Today when I told Abby it was time for a nap, she just fell apart on the floor sobbing and wailing. She was so stinkin' tired and desperately needed a nap, but she wanted to fight it. I put on my no emotions mask and carried her into her bedroom while she threw her little body around in my arms attempting to escape. She continued to cry as I read stories and then put her blankets on her. As soon as I turned off the lights, she stopped. I walked over to kiss her good-night and she said, "I'm sorry I cried at you, mom". I replied, "I forgive you." And she sleepily responded, "I forgive you, too." This age just cracks me up.

And here is a picture I took of Abby this morning to showcase her awesome beanie and shoes--though I realized you can't see the shoes. And then when I went to get the picture from the camera just now, I was surprised to find some funny pictures of dad and Abby. They must have done them while I was in the shower. Aren't dads the best? I love my husband. Who else can be so goofy? Abby and her dad are best buds. They rough house like there's no tomorrow. Love it. Love them. Love y'all.

To chilly Chicago and pink Alabama

These are just some silly pictures of Abby. If you didn't know, Sarah, my brilliant sister is in chilly Chicago, and Jesse's family is in pink Alabama. It's pink because Alabama is pink on Ashton's map of the U.S. Anyway, silly pictures ahoy!

And these pictures are NOT in order. Like it matters, right?

This is the bow Abby is wearing today. It's made from a pink zipper that her Aunt Sarah made. Aunt.. that makes you sound old. :)


Don't you love it when all is quiet and for once it doesn't mean she's made a horrible mess? I found her in her tent coloring pictures. So perfect.

Uhhhh.... yeah. That's about what I said when I saw these two that day. Abby was, of course, Princess Abigail, and Jesse was King Dad. King Dad is appropriately dressed in church socks, basketball shorts, his bath robe, and Abby's princess blanket tied as a turban. They went on many adventures that night--parades, lava rock jumping, etc. I LOVE my husband. :)

Abby is showing you the wonderful outfit she picked out herself: princess skirt from Sarah, big sister shirt, and white coat from Grandma Larsen that no longer fits her arms but she INSISTS on wearing it. And the skirt is struggling to stay on her teeny waist. But hey, she's still adorable!

My family is hilarious! Love them, love them, love them.