
Okay, so Daddy is not the only one that can leave postings on this blog. I figured I better add my touch or people would think that all I do is feed and change my daughter (that's not ALL I do, but a good majority of my day now. Who am I kidding? I never knew that a milk buffet could be so appealing. Gabby has been asking to be shown to the chocolate milk buffet...)
We were excited to see Gabby surrounded by many fellow Buckeyes today. First, my high school friend, Sara Grindstaff, stopped by the Smith household on her way back from a mission trip. On her trip, she and two other friends spent time with many orphaned children, taking them on outings and helping paint their dwellings. I'm sure that their work was very much appreciated and something she will never forget. Gabby sure didn't forget her time with Sara. She loved getting held by one of Mommy's best friends. Whenever we get together, Sara and I have a tendency to spend time together at Don Pablo's, drinking cocktails and munching on chips. Surely Gabby has a taste for fine margaritas and Mexican food by now. She got the nutrients of such often when I was pregnant...the mexican food, not the margaritas, of course (well, not any that I am willing to admit to...okay, okay, fetal alcohol syndrome, not funny. I get it! As Bob and Tom say, "there's nothing funny down that road...").

In addition to Sara's visit, Grandma and Grandpa Wilson arrived yesterday after the IU slaughter by the Bucks. They, unfortunately, had to leave this afternoon. I think Gabby seems to believe that she is famous whenever Grandpa Wilson is around because she confuses him with the paparazzi. Her posing abilities are even improving. G-Wilson caught some great yawning shots! Paris Hilton eat your heart out.