I have to keep these for posterity and her children so I thought I would share with the larger world. Abigail's words are black, mine are green, and Chris's are blue.
I'm fankful for that!
We can both be thankful for the same thing. It's ok.
No, it's my turn to pray.
OK it's Abigail's turn.
I don't want to pray. Daddy, you pray.
Dear God, Fank-you for our fankfuls and stuff.
Oh, how Abby loves her daddy,
How Abby loves her stinky dad.
(to the tune of Jesus Loves the Little Children)
Where's my water bottle.
In your bed.
No, I don't think so.
Abigail look beside your pillow.
Oh, Mommy you found my water bottle. Thank you.
Ohhhhh, I forgot my dolls in the wiving woom. Can I go get them weal quick?
Mommmmyyyyy, will you come in to see me before you go to bed?
Abigail we always come in. Go to sleep.
My eye hurts.
I poked it.
I have a splinter.
Did you see this cut when you gave her a bath?
How did you cut your hand?
With a fork.
The one at Scotts.
Close your eyes.
Why can you close your eyes?
If I cwose my eyes, I will go to sleep.
You have a good night too.
I wuv you.
Dad and Mom after a long night13
Those are your genes.
Yes, yes they are.