“every mother…”

 
When I was at the airport Friday morning waiting for Mark, an older couple (probably in their 70’s) sat down in the chairs next to me.  We got to chatting.  They were heading to Washington state to visit family, and they thought Abbie was adorable.  The woman asked if Abbie was my first and then she said “Every mother should have at least one daughter.”  I kinda smiled and she said that her first was a daughter and then “all the rest” were boys and they never got another girl.  She said girls are special.  And I agree. 
It’s funny, I had always wanted to have a boy first.  I’d always thought it would be fun to have a big brother, so I guess I wanted my kids to have a big brother, which would entail having a boy first.  But I can’t imagine having anything but our feisty little Abbie now.  I’m sure boys are wonderful too, but I wouldn’t mind having all girls.  (By “all”, I mean 2 or 3… or maybe 4… We’ll see.)  My mom and Mark’s mom and my grandma all made it clear before we found out what we were having, that they were rooting for team pink, and they got their wishes.
As I said before, girls are fun, just for the mere fact that they’re like little dolls you can dress up.  It always seems that the girl’s clothes selection is MUCH larger than the boys clothes section.  I loved this little outfit on her.  She looks too cute in skirts, and anything else I guess.  She rode her (actually it was mine when I was little) bug bike by herself for the first time the other day.  I helped her on it, but she pushed herself (backwards, but it’s a start).  Her long legs actually pretty much reach the floor now on both sides so she was pretty stable on it.

Here’s a few more books pictures.  She’s always looking at them and pulling them off the shelves, but as soon as I go to get the camera and she sees me, she’ll desert the books and follow me, so it’s hard to catch her in the act.
She loves getting in to the pantry.  I’ve moved everything she shouldn’t get in to up to higher shelves.  She has a good time yanking all those bags out.  I thought she looked adorable sitting there trying to figure out what to get into next.
She’s taken to screaming at the top of her lungs any time she wants anything.  Anyone know how long this stage lasts or how to get her to not scream?  It’s slightly embarrassing when we’re out and about and she sees something she wants and she just starts screaming at the top of her lungs.  Luckily people usually laugh and point, and then she points back at them and it distracts her, but geesh…  I hope this is a very short stage or our trip to Italy is going to be long…