Can you tell that Halloween is Mimi's favorite holiday? She sent Ava a present to open for every day in October. Per Mimi's instruction, Ava began by putting the presents in order. Since the package arrived on October 8th, Ava unwrapped eight presents at once. Thank you Mimi!
When not playing Stair Soccer, Daddy and Ava can often be found playing dollhouse. He does all the best voices and scenarios.
On Saturday morning Ava opened package number 9 and found a bunch of colorful bugs and bubbles in a ghost container.
On Saturday night HLS and I went out on a date. We saw The Social Network (fantastic, by the way) and ate a late dinner. It was so perfect. After a desperate Facebook plea for a babysitter I received many responses, calls, and texts. The winning sitters were Stacy and Rich.
According to Stacy, this is Ava making my 'cooking gameface'. Stacy and I cook dinner for our church one Wednesday night a month so I guess she would know.
Ava and her Rich
(Rich is the youth minister at OWC - see sidebar for Bloggy decoding)
They wrapped up the evening with a game of hide-and-seek. Ava was incredibly sad to see us return from our date. She stomped and refused to come downstairs. It's so nice to know that she had as much fun as we did, maybe more. No guilt necessary.
Do you ever feel like you have Mom Crazies? They're kind of like Holly Golightly's Mean Reds. I still check on Ava at night to see if she's breathing. I check her fan and humidifier cord for frays nightly, can't be too careful with fire safety. I kiss her at least 78 times a day. Today I asked Josh how much time he thought we'd shave off of our 'get ready' time if I didn't have to kiss Ava the entire time she was sitting in my lap putting on shoes. And we have our own little Marco Polo where I shout, "Ava, I love you" if I can't find her and she absolutely has to reply if she is within earshot, which she almost always is. It's not an OCD kind of life-interrupting necessity. She seems to be accustomed to it. Recently I stumbled across this poem on a website and I was floored. Maybe you've read it before, but if not please read. If you've ever read a post on my blog and thought, "She is crazy. I can't believe she _______________," chances are this poem will explain my very sincere motives for every mothering choice I make.
Sometimes I may hug you a little too tight,
I may even check on you ten times a night,
Sometimes I may kiss you a little too much,
Cling to you, sing to you, tickle and such,
As you grow up you may notice me kissing your nose,
Touching your hair, feeling your toes,
I may cry when you walk, laugh when you talk,
Scream when you're late, coming home from your date,
I may very often pull you near
Because I don't want you to see my tears,
I never will want you to have my fears,
Because I need you to know I hold you so dear,
Cause you see, I'm not just your mother
A long time ago, I lost another.
I can't end on such a sappy note. I have to share my booty from the Just Between Friends consignment sale. My dear friend, Abby, let me use her special pass to enter the sale this afternoon. The rest of the world has to wait until tomorrow.
Gymboree sweater dress, Hannah Anderson baby cord dress, Gymboree sweater dress
Old Navy turtle neck, Lilly Pulitzer button sweater, Sprockets vest
Children's Place skirt, Janie & Jack and Baby Gap outfits for Nolan, Baby Bjorn for Uncle B
How much did all of that cost me?
None of the clothes look like they've even been worn. My prize find is the Lilly Pulitzer button sweater - $6. A similar sweater on their website right now is marked $58.
Thank you thank you thank you Abby!