What I Know About Abe

Abe just said, "Mom, maybe in awhile can I look at your blog? Or maybe could you do a post about me? Like about what I like and stuff. It doesn't have to be very long. I just sometimes like to see what you know about me." Then, for dramatic emphasis, he added (while shaking his head), "My own mother -- hardly knows anything about me."

Well, Abe, I do know this. I know that getting you to make a normal face for a picture is no easy task. There we go. Was that so hard?

I also know that if I ask you to take a picture for me:You then think it is hilarious to keep snapping photos while I reach for the camera back and make both pleading and threatening faces:I know you think school is the pits -- even though your quite good at it. I know you almost never forget to feed your dog in the mornings -- even though he is very big and very jumpy when wanting his eats. I know you do not like when Penny or Jesse destroy your Lego creations, but you do like when Jesse keeps laughing and throwing his stuffed monkey out of his crib for you to get and give back to him at night . . . and then, you don't like it so much when he KEEPS throwing it out and then crying when you won't play the game of getting it for him over and over and over (because maybe you want to go to sleep finally). And actually, I know that it is not really that you want to go to sleep that tires you of the game. It is that you want to read quietly for awhile next to your little night light before going to sleep. I know that you love to read informative books like about how the FBI came to be, or about creatures that nobody loves (because they are creepy creatures). I know that you love to be nice and invite your sisters to come join you on the trampoline or in making a fort or some such . . . and then you like it less when they all start crying their little eyes out about who knows what. I know you do not like one tiny bit to run errands -- ever. I know you like when you beat me at PIG. I know that you know when I am feeling stressed out almost better than anyone, and if I'm mad and snappy with everyone, you tell me you're sorry I'm stressed and ask if there is anything you can do for me. How do you know that when you're so little? I know you love camping and outdoor adventures. I know you love to wear socks. You always have socks on. Usually even to sleep in. No wonder I have to buy new ones so often. I know you love jeans and always prefer them over the tan and brown pants that I tell you are cool. I know your area of most stubborness has to do with wearing coats. Your dad thinks you need to wear one; you think you don't. I know you are pretty much the only one in the family who always does what I ask the first time I ask. I know lots more stuff about you that could make this very very long, but mostly I know that you are one super awesome soul, and I know I love you SO MUCH!!!!!