REPLY: Miss

My subject is the same thing: miss. My shot: F9

Yeah, snow is beautiful. I can't really do that favor because I can't find my camera. And, Daddy, plus, did it for me already. Well, he didn't know that I was supposed to do it, but he did it. The first reason why I can't take pictures of him in his carseat is because, number one, I don't have my camera. Number two, plus, I'd have to bring it in the car, and then leave it in the car because I can't take it into school if it's a school day, anyway. And that wouldn't be good, because then it would get all cold and stuff, and that wouldn't be very pretty. So that's why I can't do that favor, but sorry. I wish I could but I can't. Daddy's guessing my camera is in the Mazda. I just asked Daddy if he could find my camera tomorrow, but he said he would do it tonight after he puts us to sleep. Balen just forced out a fart, because his face started to turn red, and I heard the sound. It was funny.

I lied tonight. And I had to get my but spanked five times total, anyway. I've been lying about playing with my hands. What I mean by "playing with hands" is pretending my hand is a horse, galloping around like a horse, okay? But I wasn't just playing with my hands. I was messing around with tape when I was doing my homework. It seems like Daddy's being a little bit mean to me. Because he didn't give me a hug a few minutes ago when I was crying, and he didn't give me one now when I was crying. I've not done one thing without messing around today, except at school when Daddy hasn't been there. I'm blowing my nose right now. Little Balen was looking at me.

I got done with everything today in seatwork. I got to do my Harriet Tubman packet and I finished it finally. It's been like six or ten days since I've been working on my Harriet Tubman packet. And finally I finished it. Daddy was going to type "Thank the Lord", but, really, I'm not thanking the Lord. Daddy told me this, "When you say, 'Thank the Lord'", you're supposed to be actually thanking the Lord. That's why I told Daddy to erase it. I didn't want to be saying it just for fun, because you're not supposed to be doing that.

I did my morning stuff, blah blah blah, like usual. I got to number 8. Number 8 was the last thing I did. Balen's coughing and crying. Poor buddy's tired and sleepy. I just gave Balen his nuk and he's starting to get a little better. He's moaning. Now he's starting to cry again. He just started to moan a little bit, but he stopped. Balen was starting to moan. Balen is calming down. He's laying his head down on the bed. Balen's a little sweetie-pie, isn't he? But I can't believe he's one already, and he's really small. I can't believe he's one already. His body is shutting down. It's time for me to go to bed now. Balen's bed time too. I love you, Mommy. I wish I could see you in the morning. Balen just waved good bye, and I think he's trying to say bye to you. He was kind of pointing at the computer. Here's a kiss from Balen and a hug from Balen and a kiss from Daddy and a hug from Daddy.

Love,
Abigail