Abby has quite advanced language skills for her age. She doesn't talk a lot when we're out in public (except during Sacrament meeting), but at home she talks, and talks, and talks. She asks questions that amaze me, and when it gets noisy around here, she tries to talk louder than everyone else.

This morning, she came in my room when Bob and I were just waking up, and while she was sitting on the bed, she leaned over and asked "Where are you guys' (guyses) Mom?" Bob and I both thought, wow, that is quite an abstract question. I answered her: "My Mom is in Utah, and Daddy's Mom is in Romania." She sat, blinking at me for a few seconds before she repeated her question in a very clear voice: "WHERE are your GLasses, Mom?" Ah, now that is a more reasonable question from an almost two-year old.

She always says "My hair is so pwetty, Mom". Then she tells me: "Your hair is so pretty, Mom", (this made me feel great until she looked at our big chubby dog, Rocky, grabbed him by both ears, looked him right in the eyes and sincerely told him "Your hair is SO pretty, Rocky").

One day she told Andrew "Your hair is so pretty, Andrew." Andrew laughed in a deep chuckle, and said "Nooooo, it's not!" I told him that she just meant that he was handsome, and she doesn't know that boys are not called "pretty" yet. I told him just to say thank you. He must have really thought this through, because the next day when she tried to tease him by saying "you are a pretty girl, Andrew" he sweetly said "Thank you, Abby".