I know I'll look back and think this was funny...

We'd been winding down for bed - reading books, singing songs, and I sent abby to gather toys while I put them away. 2 minutes later, she still hadn't come back and I kept hearing a sqeaking sound.

Came looking for her, and she was in the fridge. She had found the string cheese and was trying to get at it. Each of the nine string cheeses has at least five bite marks in it. Goose.

Abby feeding the baby...already

Abby, Alma, and I were all 'cooking' a couple minutes ago. Abby was mixing with the wisk and held it out to me and said "Mom, bite?" Then she took a bite, then held it out to my belly "Ammon, bite?".

I guess she understands the concept of there being a baby in my tummy, just doesn't quite grasp the logistics of it.