Two weeks ago, we spent a lovely weekend and St. Stephen’s Day (a Hungarian national holiday) with my Aunt Lynne and Uncle Doug. During our time together, Abigail had grown very fond of them, and they of her. So, as we were saying our goodbyes after our last evening together, Uncle Doug told her, “Abigail, I have had so much fun spending all this time with you… having dinner with you, holding you while you took a nap, playing with you, wearing “funny glasses” with you, watching fireworks with you… this has been a really great time for us, hasn’t it?” to which Abigail responded, “I’m licking my shoulder!”

Our friend Amber came to Budapest recently and stayed with us for several days. Abigail loved having someone else to hang out with (Mommy gets pretty boring after a while) and the extra attention that comes with it. One of Amber’s pet names for Abigail is “chica.” While she was out one day, Abigail proudly informed me of Amber’s name for her. “Oh, that is so neat, honey. Do you know what ‘chica’ means?” “No,” she answered. “‘Chica’ is the Spanish word for ‘girl.’” “Ohhhh,” she said. So, I asked, “Are you a girl?” “Yes!”… “Are you Spanish?” “Noooo,” she said; and before I could utter the words “You’re American,” Abigail happily exclaimed, “I’m Hungarian!”

One morning, as Lee was preparing to go to work, he announced that he was going to jump in the shower. Abigail responded by saying, “Be careful, Daddy. It’s slippery!”