Family Living: Abbott Style

Well I am in the last week of my second trimester.  Almost to the home stretch. So kinda funny.....I wanted a photo I could compare pregnancies at 27ish weeks so I found a photo of myself pregnant with Haley:  And I have to be real honest, I am not a fan of orange and I think the only two articles of orange clothing I have ever owned are picture below--this was totally not planned, but after comparing the photos I realized both photos I am wearing orange while standing in the kitchen.  I just want to assure you that I did not put that much thought into it.  It was a last minute, "Oh hey, I actually have my hair down and I am not wearing spandex, let's take a pregnant picture." Side note, the above jeans were not maternity jeans.  At this point, with baby no 2, I couldn't even think of wearing my regular jeans.  My $12.99 dress.  Love a good deal. So there you have it.   Things have been going well.  I have gotten the gr...

I don't really want to talk about the big girl bed. I somewhat want to run out of the room in tears every night.  But then there is that pride.  Pride that I kept a human alive long enough to see a big girl bed.  And the joy of watching her grow up.  But it is bittersweet for sure.  And it's only just begun.... You see that bed there.  That way MY bed through high school and college.  My extra long twin bed.  We put down some plywood and omitted the box springs for a toddler friendly height.  Knock on wood, she has never fell out of bed, but if she does, I'll install a safety rail.  I have some Pinterest inspired wall decor that I would like to do to "Haley" it up a bit.  It now has stuffed animals EVERYWHERE and books and other misc items that make the room look like a toddler lives there.  But for the past two weeks now, she has slept through the night in her bed without issue.  Every now and then, before bed,...

You know how, when you have been with someone long enough, you start to loose your own identity.  Some say you even start to talk, dress, and think a like. It's starting to happen. This afternoon the doorbell rings and I run to the door.   Hoping .   Anticipating .   AND ALSO PRAYING THAT THE DOORBELL DOESN'T SET OFF THE DOG AND WAKE UP MY NAPPING TODDLER. Whew, not a peep from the little one. When I see the small box sitting on the front porch, I immediately realize it was not my package, but my husband's.  Something for his motorcycle.  A new seat or something like that.  I resentfully pick up his package and set in on the island.  Feeling a bit pouty that it was not the package I was expecting. Let me rewind.  Last week we traded in my car.  If you have been a regular fixture in our lives over the past few years- your totally not surprised.  I can't really speak to that, besides saying, in my defense I had owned the car...