Conversations With Abigail, 01

Abigail: Mommy, why are girl boobies bigger than boy boobies?

Mommy: Well, girls have hormones (what was I thinking telling my 4 yr old that?)

Abigail: What are hormones?

Husband: Can I try this one?

Mommy: [thinking: I can't wait to hear this]

Husband: Girl boobies are bigger b/c that is how they feed the babies. Only girls can do that, not boys.

Abigail: [lifts up shirt to look at her own chest. looks over at mommies chest.]

Abigail: Oh, ok.

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Abigail: Mommy, did you know there is a man on the moon?

Mommy: There is? How did he get there?

Abigail: Jesus put him there.

Mommy: Why is he there?

Abigail: He drives the moon away when the sun comes out.

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Abigail: He pees funny.

Mommy: What?

Abigail: He has a tail with a hole in it and when he lets go, pee comes out.

Mommy: WHAT?!

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Abigail: Mommy, when Tori came outside she looked beautiful.

Mommy: Did you tell her that?

Abigail: No... I wanted to but I was just too shy.

Mommy: Why were you too shy? You love Miss Tori.

Abigail: I didn't want to get embarrassed.

Mommy: How do you know if you are embarrassed?

Abigail: When your eyebrows go up, that means you are embarrassed.

Mommy: ok.

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Abigail: Mommy, did I have a big sister too when I was little?

Mommy: No honey, you are the first born. So am I. We have that in common. That is why I get sad that you keep growing bc one day you are going to be big and I won't be able to hold you anymore.

Abigail: I tell you what mommy, when I grow up, we can still play together. But we have to get grown up toys.

Mommy: What are grown up toys?

Abigail: hmmm, lawnmowers and weedeaters...

Mommy: That sounds like daddy's toys, what about mommy's toys?

Abigail: You like to watch tv.

Mommy: Well what about the washing machine and dryer (i was doing laundry during this conversation)

Abigail: That's not play mommy, that's work!

Mommy: Oh, so you think when daddy is working in the yard that he is really playing?

Abigail: yeah mommy!

To The Headley-Whitney Girls (and the really creepy guy)

This picture was taken on my first day of my new job after leaving the Headley-Whitney Museum. I worked at the museum for a year and during that time, I met some pretty fabulous women. Slightly weird and a little clumsy but each very unique in their own way and like I said, fabulous!

Tonight, I attended a going away party for two of those fabulous girls. They are both heading off to grad school. One to New York and the other to Florida. I am so proud of these girls and I know that they are going to go very far and they are going to leave a legacy for their friends and family.

I was already at the museum when both girls were hired and had the wonderful opportunity to work with them for almost a year. I remember the first time I met Amanda. I felt a little intimidated by her b/c she seemed so well put together and like she had it all figured out. Then I got to know her. LOL! What a joy it has been to be able to say that I am friends with THIS GIRL! I have never laughed so hard in my life with her stories and quirky ways. I'm sure she doesn't know this but she brought the kid out in me and taught me to be free and to live life now. Thank you Amanda for being the wonderful, quirky person that you are. Do not ever change.

Then there is Jessica. I don't even know where to start with this girl. Maybe I will start by saying that she needs to be in a bubble! I have never met anyone in my life who gets hurt in the strangest ways as this girl (if you are reading this, know I love you!) Jessica started out as part time and I will always be able to remember what she looks like by her eye makeup. She truly is an artist and I aspire to be as talented as her... but on a computer :) I am convinced that this girl can do anything she puts her mind to. I have seen her in action in putting an exhibit together and I stand back and think 'wow, I would be pulling my hair out right now if I was her'. Jessica has taught me to be creative with what I have and make it work.

My time at the museum created some of the best memories I have. I'm sure this goes without saying but lunch time was my favorite. We would all eat lunch together and it never failed, Amanda ALWAYS had a great story! Finally, someone else with tons of stories to share. We would laugh until we peed and even got in trouble for laughing too loud. I truly am surprised that Jessica never fell out of her chair during these times.

Amanda & Jessica, I am so proud of both of you. I'm only about 10% jealous and 90% happy for you :) I really do wish the best for you both and if you ever feel overwhelmed and that you just can't do it anymore, whatever that may be, read this blog or call me and I will remind you of how fabulous you are while the sound of screaming children ring in the background, that is of course, before I lock them in the closet :)

Keep the memories, store them away, and then, one day, when you need a smile, bring them out and laugh while visions of George (or creepy man) dance in your head.

to my dad

Most of the people who will read this know about my relationship with my dad. We have had our ups and downs and now that I am an adult, we have more ups than downs. Thank the good Lord in Heaven for that! Normally, every year I get my dad a funny card and we laugh and its good. This year, I went a little more sentimental.


Through the years (I realize this is starting to sound like a song) my dad and I have been through a lot. We have been through graduations together, proms, weddings, new churches, practical jokes, family secrets (even some I would rather not know about), births and even a few deaths. In all of these things, I have learned valuable lessons from my dad. I have learned that boys will be boys and the heart does not literally break. That God has bigger plans that I just can't see yet. That making the decision to marry the man that I did was a good decision. That having children will be the biggest life change and what I did as a kid will come back TEN FOLD. That new beginnings are not always a bad thing. And that sometimes, when we lose someone we love, we crawl into the arms of our heavenly father and find peace and solace there. I have also learned to forgive and more so, to ask for forgiveness.


There was a time in my life when I finally saw my dad as a man and not just a preacher. A time when my dad and I became real with each other. It's a time that I will never forget b/c during that time, it shaped me into who I am today. It gave me the compassion that I have for people. It gave me the faith that I have in God. And now, as a wife, mother, daughter, and friend, it gave me the perspective that I have on life and why we were put here on earth in the first place.


Dad, I am sorry for all the craziness I put you through during those lessons I was learning but God gave me a great dad and I can't imagine having anyone else teach me, love me, or send me a letter from the county attorney b/c you thought it was funny! (and yes, that was funny) As I said in your fathers day card, thank you for being a big part of who I am today. And just so you know, every time we hug, it always makes me feel like I am a little girl again, running to sit in your lap and watch tv with you.


I love you dad! Happy Father's Day.

to be clothed or not to be clothed...

So I got child No. 2 down and in bed and asleep with no crying! I then got my No. 1 child ready for bed and in bed, however, not asleep. I let the No. 1 child know that I was going to jump in the shower. 5 minutes tops. I then informed the child that she would not need me within those 5 minutes.

I get my shower. It was great. ALL.FIVE. MINUTES. Of course I get out of the shower and I hear Child No. 2 crying and Child No. 1 SCREAMING for me. (did I mention I was only in the shower for 5 minutes?) So, here we go...

Child No. 2 was upset because she could not locate the binki. I got it for her and started her musical again and she was fine. I then ran to the bathroom where Child No. 1 was sitting on the potty... pooping. Yay! She pooped in the potty! I wipe her behind and send her off to bed once again.

Here is the thing... I had no towel wrapped around me and of course my robe was nowhere to be found. My daughter starts to sing to me "I see your boobies!" and laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. (her daddy taught her that... I don't know why) When I turned to walk out she again started singing to me "I see your butt" and again, laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. Of course it doesn't end there. I walk back into my bedroom and low and behold, there lies my robe on the end of my bed.

I love being a mom!