Abby the Teenager

So Abby has moved into her teenage years... wait, she's not even 5 officially yet? Oh that's weird. She's certainly acting like a teenage girl.

My sweetie says things like this:
I don't like this day, this isn't a good day for me, nothing is going right for me today. I guess it's just not my lucky day.

Or sometimes I walk into her room and find her sprawled by her window, staring out with the most dramatic expression of sadness that exists because she's annoyed that I've delayed in getting her a toy she wanted. She's not rude, just so very disappointed in life.

She's still being incredible with Jack. She has just begun to become annoyed when he goes after her toys... though, when I'm not looking, her solution is simply to move him herself.


She's a bit of a siren already. It's not just her cousin that adores her. Everywhere she goes there tends to be a little under four foot male who looks after her like she radiates sunlight.