Friday, May 29, 2009


Our little Aves turned three years old last week. (She puts up her chubby little fingers and says, "I'm FREE now!"
We celebrated with the ultimate girly party. Fancy Nancy theme with 11 little girls dressed up in every fancy thing they could find. Ava kept saying, "I sure hope they like pink and purple!"

Here are the top 10 things we love about our little princess.

1. How much she adores our cat (and all animals). Cleo gets chased around all day but she is patient and makes Ava erupt in giggles constantly.
2. Her little budding attitude and stubborn ways.

3. The way she enjoys being glamorous and getting fancy.
4. The love and friendship she has with her brother.

5. Her new curls. (Yes, I know this one is a stretch but look at the picture below compared to the one above and see the progress!)

6. That she is EXTREMELY girly but still can have a blast playing with all boys and collecting rocks.
7. The way her voice sounds when she apologizes. And she says it over and over again... "Sorrrry. Sorrrry mom. I'm sorrry."
8. Her tiny feet.
9. How hyper and delirious she gets right before bedtime.
10. The way she strokes her lip with her finger when she is tired.

LOVE this girl and I am so thankful for her every day!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Ava found reading a little too tiring tonight.

Thursday, May 14, 2009


An almost 3 year-old can say some hilarious things in the Emergency Room in the middle of the night. Not that I WANTED to be there or enjoyed it in the slightest, but I know Ava's night is bound to provide some laughs for our family sometime down the road. (:
It all started when Ava was playing at the playground during Mason's teeball game. I was just going to get her when I saw (in desperately slow motion might I add) a baseball coming right for her little head. Funny thing- the slow motion must have been just for my own personal mommy trauma- there was no time to warn her. Some big boys were practicing nearby and had thrown it from quite a distance when it accidentally hit her. I saw it hit above her right ear and I saw her fall down and immediately let out a wail. I ran to comfort her and then the panic set in. Did she have some sort of brain injury? Internal bleeding? A concussion? Should I go straight to the ER?
After some loves and a little Tylenol, she calmed down. Her eyes looked fine, her behavior was normal, and I calmed myself down a little.
We watched her the rest of the evening and then finally put her to bed at about 9:30. Before 10:00, she woke up screaming and throwing up in bed. Not good. This time it took only a split second to decide to head to the ER.
Now Ava is not a puker. I'm not sure she has thrown up since the baby spit-up days. So she looked all disoriented and miserable. At the hospital, she always made it into the lovely pink bin they provided (she was proud that it was PINK and it was hers). After awhile, there was really nothing left in her tummy. After another round of the dry heaves (gross but true), she looked at me and said, "Mommy, did you watch me frow up?" I nodded and she said, "Did you see that frog in my mouth?"
Ha ha- isn't that exactly what it feels like? And SOUNDS like? She is freaking funny!
We were put in a tiny room with a curtain divider next to two men who appeared homeless. One was yelling profanities and kept saying, "I need to get out of here!" Very comforting for my child, let me tell you. The nurse kept trying to calm him down and said, "Jack, there are children in here. Please don't use those words." Finally, Ava looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Jack just wants to get out of here" like she wanted me to convince the nurse to send him home.
The CT scan was a little drama. We didn't really want to have it done because we knew it would be scary for her and the risks are slightly alarming. There was really no choice though, considering her symptoms. The first try was a lot of crying (by her and her pregnant mommy). Then I was touched as I watched Ro take her back to the first bed and practice the CT scan with her (mimicking the machine's sound and movements) and telling her it would be funny. She decided it would be her "Great Adventure Spaceship" (LOVE this girl's imagination) and with Ro looking into her eyes (and me panicking in the hallway), she did it.
Results showed no damage. The doctor said she had a mild concussion but will be just fine. Scary stuff that I wish we didn't have to go through, but amazingly, I wouldn't trade the time we spent with our personality-filled child for anything.
But just to be safe, next time we go to a teeball game, Ava will be wearing a sun hat AND a hard hat!

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

You know you're LAZY when...

1. You want to text someone in your own house because you don't want to get up and go where they are.

2. The person you want to text is your 5 year-old son.
(Who can't read... and uh, doesn't have a cell phone.)

3. You come up with a plan to get his attention without screaming at the top of your lungs:
Stretch to reach your cell phone that is sitting two feet away. Call your HOME phone because you know your answering machine will pick up. Pleasantly call to your child from the answering machine speaker until he comes into your bedroom to see what you want.

4. Lavish him with praise when he gets the drink of water you've been craving.

5. Last but not least, you sit and hatch other brilliant plans to get what you want from sitting in one position because you know you will continue to indulge yourself in this lazy lifestyle until morning sickness subsides.