Ava turned 4 this year. Sometimes it's hard for me to believe- it doesn't feel like that long ago that she was that adorable little baby that cried all the time. Or that 18 month old who broke down into total melt down when a stranger would smile at her in the grocery store. Or even the 2 year old whose face was just never really clean- dirt of food, all the time. I really enjoy knowing Ava. And I really look forward to the girl she is growing up to be. I know there are very exciting in store for her because she is wild and tenacious and confident and fearlessly loving. I am so glad I'm her momma.
Ava couldn't decide between chocolate and strawberry cake so this is what I did. I was pretty good.
Love that crazy pre-cake smile.The day after my last final (the longest hardest essay test I've ever taken) I pretty much crashed with pneumonia for a solid week. Essentially I laid on the couch in my pajamas and wished I was unconscious. There were loads of laundry on the other couch that I was too exhausted to fold. I enlisted some very good helpers. They sorted and folded and put away all their own laundry. It was great and I think we might just keep on doing it.
The weather has been great so we've pretty much been outside all the time that we're not sleeping. The other day the girls did some painting and they are just so cute when they're getting along. They've definitly got talent.
