You may remember her first fish...
...or recall this recent conversation informing me that having a pet is MUCH better than having a two-year-old little brother.
Abby: MAMA! Noah is not a pet...He doesn't even have pointy ears or a tail or anything!
Still, I held strong despite her numerous pleas since then..."When you're bigger, sweetie."
(Yes, I know a fish is not that big of a deal, but the visions in my head of constantly keeping Noah's curious little hands out of the fish bowl were haunting me. It's hard enough to keep him out of the toilet.)
Then came the "growth chart", an idea that she and Daddy came up with to calm her worries that she was "never going to grow big enough."
Over the past 2-3 weeks, Daddy has been measuring how tall she is. Abby's also been eating us out of house and home...not really the norm for her. Maybe she thought if she ate more, she would get taller faster, or else she's just been going through a growth spurt.
Lo and behold, last Sunday, Daddy measured her in at 42 inches. Almost a whole inch taller than when they started this growth chart a few weeks ago.
"Mama! I growed! I'm bigger now!" (Daddy swears up and down his measurements are accurate. Hmmmmm....)
How could I possibly argue with that?
The kiddos admiring our new fish - 2 zebra & 2 guppies in a 1 gallon tank with a LID!
I'm thinking this may have been a conspiracy. If Pat had his way, we'd have a dog, a rabbit, and a fish. (He promises he'll clean the tank...we'll see.)
One thing is for sure though...
I have one happy little, I mean, BIG girl.
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