Buttons and Beads

My mother thinks that Abby will pursue a career that involves meticulous work with her hands.  She's envisioned Abby as an artist, mechanical engineer, nail stylist, and assembly-line factory worker.  I tossed surgeon into the mix.  Abby loves using her fingers to press, pull, twist, pinch, pour, carry and push anything.  Some examples. . .

She recently discovered the microwave.

Thinking about pressing that button?  Go ahead.

Yes, it makes a satisfying beep, doesn't it? 

After microwave time I brought out some colored glass beads.  Abby spent well over a half hour transferring the beads from a plate to a plastic container by way of a scoop.  FYI, half an hour of concentrated activity for Abby is like four hours in adult time. 

Picking up a bead.

Into the scoop.

Drop it in the bucket.

And repeat.  
Thirty minutes.  Straight.  
Amazing.

Putting Green

I'm a golf widow on weekends from April through November.  Last year was even worse.  Because of the lack of snow, I didn't see my husband during daylight hours on Saturday and Sunday most of the winter either.  Now he's trying to recruit our child.

Yes, that's an Abby-sized real golf club that my husband fashioned out of one of his old putters.

Hydration is important on the golf course.
 

Checking out the golf cart.
 

She's an excellent driver.

 

Bubble Bath

Abby's dad makes the best bubble baths for her.  We're talking 6-12 inches of bubbles on top of the water.  And that's with using the recommended amount of bubble solution.

I'm not nearly as talented, and have had to convince Abby that I'm the better bath maker by letting her put color tablets into the water.  So lately all of Abby's baths have been colored and bubbled.  Yeah, we know.  We're rock star parents now, and one day the bubbles and color tablets will run out and she'll have to face the cold hard reality of plain water.

In the Garden

Abby visits my dad's garden every now and then.  She's a regular green thumb unlike her mom.

Scooping dirt. . .

  
. . .and giving it to the tomatoes.

Yep, she's licking dirt off of her face.





She can't wait to get her hands on that water.

 

 And this is my dad turning the hose on my first born.  Soaked.

Another satisfying frolic in the garden.

Bully in Bling

No, I did not buy this shirt for my child.  The guilty party will remain anonymous (but MARLENE might know something about it).
 
 'Sup, mama?












One day this gate will fail you, dear Molly.  And I'll be here when that happens.

Because you won't come out and play, I'm forced to ransack your basket of treasures.

This little jewel is stylin'.

My Bully of Felines.