Category Archives: Abigailia

The Oral Tradition

There’s a time-honored tradition of storytelling in my family. Well, at the very least, my father did a lot of it. We would ask him for a story and he’d make one up on the spot, almost always a tale … Continue reading

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Mac and Cheese!

If you were in the vicinity of my kitchen last night, you might have overheard the following exchange: “Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese!” “Mac and cheese,” said with a smile. “Mac and Cheese! Mac and Cheese! … Continue reading

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Lunchtime Negotiations, or Why Abigail Eats So Much Yogurt

“Did you enjoy your grilled cheese?” Abigail was unresponsive. While the sandwich had clearly been torn into tiny pieces, it wasn’t clear how much, if any had been eaten. “You ate the sweet potatoes and turkey at least.” I tried … Continue reading

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Please Ignore the Grumpy Hat

Abigail demanded that I wear my Fulham jersey this morning. Well, it wasn’t so much a demand as the one she selected – after much consideration – from my closet this morning. She is sometimes in the habit of picking … Continue reading

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Off the Rails

Sleep has always been a challenging part of life with Abigail. Well, initially anyway, when she was an infant, she really didn’t like sleeping very much. For most of her first year, really. Then we started getting the hang of … Continue reading

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Going Inside

Abigail always wants to go inside. No matter where we are, she always asks to go inside. The only problem with this is that she almost never wants to go inside. Passing through any door is “going inside.” “Fiendish!” I … Continue reading

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Abbey Dove

“Abbey has a battle wound,” Jessica said, still sleepy in the early morning darkness. After a contemplative pause, Abigail replied, “Balla woo.” “That’s right, a battle wound,” I chipped in from my side of the bed. “Battle wound!” It often … Continue reading

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Sing a Song

“I-sing-in-this!” Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Jessica and I sometimes have to pay close attention to understand what Abigail is singing,  if we ever actually do pick up the words. But the girl certainly knows how to put on a show. … Continue reading

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Dialogue with a Daughter

Abigail and I had a brief debate this morning. She had strong feelings on the issue of the orientation of her blanket relative to the floor as well as in relation to her  stuffed lion. She also felt that I … Continue reading

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Farmer’s Market

Abigail did a lot of running at the farmer’s market this week, weaving in and out of the legs in the crowd with more or less success, depending on where her focus was at the time. People loved her purple … Continue reading

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