Abby is a talker!

Hey Hey Abby Fans,

I hope everyone is doing well. Things are fantastic on our end. The kids aren't sick anymore, Abby is talking like crazy and the pregnancy is going well. At least on my end. Kelly is still super sick and gets nauseous a lot which is no fun, especially with two needy kids.

I had the "opportunity" to watch the kids solo this weekend because Kelly had a girls weekend in San Diego. I gotta tell ya, I don't know what all the fuss is about. It was a piece of cake. Eddie is such a calm, sweet little guy and Abby listens to everything I say and is even starting to pick up after herself. If you're actually believing any of this, then you must be reading up on my kids for the first time...because anybody who has read about or met Abby and Eddie knows that they are INSANE! I love my wife. I loved her before this weekend, but now I REALLY LOVE MY WIFE! How does she do it? Eddie is a frigging ping pong ball on crack. And Abby has a stash of whinny pills in her bed that she takes each morning. They last all day too. Let me set the stage. Abby is at my side ALL THE TIME, pulling on my pants saying:
"Daddy! Daddy! Pick Abby up! Up Daddy! Up Up Up Up Up Up Up Up Up!!!!!"
Then I say, "Abby, Daddy can't pick you up. Don't you want to play with one of your gazillion toys that were clearly a waste of money?"
Then she says, "No-Daddy, please pick Abby Lynn Gaya up"
And she has me. She has just learned to say her full name and it's precious....and she knows that's my weak spot. So what do I do? I pick her up. Nanny 911 would be very upset with me. (Yes I watch the show from time to time. I need all the advice I can get!)

Meanwhile back in the land of Crazy Ping Pong Ball on Crack Kid, Eddie has managed to take the battery cover off of the remote control and has slobbered all over the remote, which has rendered it useless. He has also climbed onto the bed where my nicely folded towels were and knocked those down, yanked on his diaper to the point that it's basically useless, and ran all over the house to throw every feasible thing he could get his hands on. But the good part is that at least he's entertaining himself. He was giggling and smiling and dancing around while doing this so I couldn't get too mad. My attempts to be stern with him were thwarted when he would flash that ridiculously cute smile at me and I too would crack a smile. Again...Nanny 911 would not approve.

So far, the kids have the upper hand on every front. I got nothin'. And while it was crazy...I had a blast. I sure am glad Kelly's home though. Woooweee. That woman is my hero.

Click on the video's to the right. I finally figured out how to post a slide show I've had that I put to a really cool version of "Isn't She Lovely" by Livingston Taylor. I also posted some of the older clips I have done in the past.

I know I haven't requested prayers in a while, but if you could remember her in your prayers for her eating that would be great. She is all about chewing and spitting. She doesn't swallow. The girl needs to start swallowing.

Thanks everyone.

Abby's Daddy