Abby arrived home at 5:30, and found Carter unsuccessfully trying to change
Joey's clothes. Abby smiled as she watched the little boy wiggle out of
the pants Carter is trying to put on him. Joey giggles as Carter tries to
hold him down, but the infant spots his mother at the doorway and makes a
quick escape from Carter. Abby bends down and picks up the boy dressed in
only his diaper and a smile that lights up his face.
"Am I glad to see you." Carter says as he gets up from the floor and walks towards her.
"Why? I thought you had things completely under control." She said sarcastically.
"Very funny," he said before kissing her lips tenderly. "Do you think you can get him into those clothes?"
"Oh, I think I can manage it. Is Brooklyn ready?" She asked as she set Joey back on the floor. To Carter's surprise he was practically motionless as Abby dressed him. "John?"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" She replied smiling at him. "Is Brooklyn ready?" She asked again standing Joey up so she could pull up his tan corduroy pants.
"Um, yeah, almost; she's in her room."
"Alright, here since you're all ready, you take him, if you think you can handle him, and I'll finish getting her ready." Abby handed him the baby who was completely dressed in tan corduroy pants and a navy blue long- sleeve t-shirt. She kissed him gently on the cheek before she headed upstairs to check on her daughter. At the end of a short hallway was her daughter's room. Abby opened the door to the lavender room quietly.
Brooklyn was on the floor trying desperately to buckle her black dress shoes. Abby smiled, "Need some help?"
"Mommy!" She replied excitedly, she abandoned her shoes and ran to her mother and wrapped her arms around Abby's waist resting her head on Abby's stomach. Abby ran her hand through Brooklyn's brown curls and kissed the top of her head. "Daddy says we going to dinner." She said looking up at her mother.
"That's right, so what do you say we get these shoes on, and I'll do your hair."
"Ok," she let go of Abby and collected the shoes off the floor and situated herself on the bed, and Abby knelt down in front of her and put on her shoes. Brooklyn jumped off the bed as soon as Abby was finished, and adjusted her black velvet dress. It was her favorite because Abby had let her pick it out. It didn't surprise Abby that she had though, purple was her favorite color and there were purple flowers embroidered at the bottom and a purple ribbon that went around the waist. Abby finished putting Brooklyn's hair in a French braid, leaving only two small curls on either side of her face.
"Alright all finished."
"How do I look?" Brooklyn asked as she twirled around in a circle.
"Beautiful," Abby said.
"Now, I get to help you." She said as she led Abby out of the room down the hall to her own room. Brooklyn led her all the way to her closet and opened it for her. "You wear this one." She said pointing to a short black dress.
"I don't think so; how about this?" Abby pulled out a full length black dress and a white cardigan sweater.
"I guess so," she said disappointed.
"You guess so?" Abby grabbed her and started tickling her. They both laughed. Abby picked up the dress and went into the bathroom to change, when she emerged she asked, "How do I look?"
"Pretty, but we have to do something about your hair."
"Oh, do we? What do you suggest?"
"I think you look pretty when you have curls like me."
"You do? Well let's see what we can do." Abby extended her hand and Brooklyn happily accepted it and joined her in the bathroom as she got ready. She watched as Abby curled her hair and applied her makeup. 45 minutes later they made their way downstairs.
"How do we look, Daddy?" Brooklyn asked showing off her outfit and hair.
"You look beautiful." He said getting off the couch with Joey in his arms and joining them.
"Beautiful?" Abby asked.
"Beautiful," he said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Yuck," Brooklyn said as she watched her parents kiss and stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Ready to go?" Abby asked as they parted.
"Are you?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Am I glad to see you." Carter says as he gets up from the floor and walks towards her.
"Why? I thought you had things completely under control." She said sarcastically.
"Very funny," he said before kissing her lips tenderly. "Do you think you can get him into those clothes?"
"Oh, I think I can manage it. Is Brooklyn ready?" She asked as she set Joey back on the floor. To Carter's surprise he was practically motionless as Abby dressed him. "John?"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" She replied smiling at him. "Is Brooklyn ready?" She asked again standing Joey up so she could pull up his tan corduroy pants.
"Um, yeah, almost; she's in her room."
"Alright, here since you're all ready, you take him, if you think you can handle him, and I'll finish getting her ready." Abby handed him the baby who was completely dressed in tan corduroy pants and a navy blue long- sleeve t-shirt. She kissed him gently on the cheek before she headed upstairs to check on her daughter. At the end of a short hallway was her daughter's room. Abby opened the door to the lavender room quietly.
Brooklyn was on the floor trying desperately to buckle her black dress shoes. Abby smiled, "Need some help?"
"Mommy!" She replied excitedly, she abandoned her shoes and ran to her mother and wrapped her arms around Abby's waist resting her head on Abby's stomach. Abby ran her hand through Brooklyn's brown curls and kissed the top of her head. "Daddy says we going to dinner." She said looking up at her mother.
"That's right, so what do you say we get these shoes on, and I'll do your hair."
"Ok," she let go of Abby and collected the shoes off the floor and situated herself on the bed, and Abby knelt down in front of her and put on her shoes. Brooklyn jumped off the bed as soon as Abby was finished, and adjusted her black velvet dress. It was her favorite because Abby had let her pick it out. It didn't surprise Abby that she had though, purple was her favorite color and there were purple flowers embroidered at the bottom and a purple ribbon that went around the waist. Abby finished putting Brooklyn's hair in a French braid, leaving only two small curls on either side of her face.
"Alright all finished."
"How do I look?" Brooklyn asked as she twirled around in a circle.
"Beautiful," Abby said.
"Now, I get to help you." She said as she led Abby out of the room down the hall to her own room. Brooklyn led her all the way to her closet and opened it for her. "You wear this one." She said pointing to a short black dress.
"I don't think so; how about this?" Abby pulled out a full length black dress and a white cardigan sweater.
"I guess so," she said disappointed.
"You guess so?" Abby grabbed her and started tickling her. They both laughed. Abby picked up the dress and went into the bathroom to change, when she emerged she asked, "How do I look?"
"Pretty, but we have to do something about your hair."
"Oh, do we? What do you suggest?"
"I think you look pretty when you have curls like me."
"You do? Well let's see what we can do." Abby extended her hand and Brooklyn happily accepted it and joined her in the bathroom as she got ready. She watched as Abby curled her hair and applied her makeup. 45 minutes later they made their way downstairs.
"How do we look, Daddy?" Brooklyn asked showing off her outfit and hair.
"You look beautiful." He said getting off the couch with Joey in his arms and joining them.
"Beautiful?" Abby asked.
"Beautiful," he said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Yuck," Brooklyn said as she watched her parents kiss and stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Ready to go?" Abby asked as they parted.
"Are you?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."