Hmmmmm, Where do they get these things?

This is a picture of Abby playing last night.  She says she is a "blueberry picker".   ??  She says it is from Sleeping Beauty (the newest movie in our collection).  Hmmmm.

The Pumpkin Patch

Here are a few rememberances from our trip to the Pumpkin Patch this year...

Banished

Today we had our carpets cleaned. I only had the high traffic rooms cleaned, and I also had our couches shampooed while they were here. That means that our living room is off limits because not only is the carpet wet, but so are the couches where we would sit to watch TV. Bummer. Poor Abby and I have been banished all day from downstairs (except the kitchen) and now that Matt is home we are finding things to do upstairs. The only room upstairs that we had done is our bedroom, so the carpet is damp, but we can lay on the bed and hang out- but no catching up on DVR for us. Hopefully tomorrow will be back to normal.

The good news is that the carpet looks soooo much better. It had gotten really bad in the living room. It was to the point that spot cleaning felt like a waste of time because you couldn't narrow down which spot to clean. Our couches are nice and clean too. When think of how many times Abby has spit up, thrown up, or spilled on the couch since she was born... Yuck. Now we are ready for the next round of spit ups and such from #2.

Out of the mouths of babes

We just returned from a visit to Matt's family in TN. It is approximately a 7 hour drive, with a meal stop. We made really good time today. I smartly took my camera so we could get some pictures of Abby and her cousin Kyle while we were there. I "un-smartly" never took the camera out and took any pictures. Duh.

One of the nights we were there, I took Abby upstairs to get her into her nightgown and comb her hair. She got the comb out of the toiletry bag all by herself, so I praised her for being so big. It went a little like this:

Carrie: Abby, you are so big! How old are you? Six? You must be six.

Abby: I'm not six-y!

Carrie: No. No, you're not. (laughing my head off)

If only she could have understood how hilarious what she said sounded. (If you didn't catch it, say it aloud.)

OCD?

I'm not sure what this tells us about Abby: That she likes things in order and organized? She's borderline OCD? Her parents have warped her into being organized?