With a little whipped cream

Ava: I'm small.
Marianne: Yes, but you're very beautiful!
A: Yeah. Ava have pretty hair. Mommy is tall. And Daddy is tall.
M: You're right. What does Daddy look like?
A: Daddy have brown hair and green eyes.
M: Is Daddy fat or is he skinny?
A: He's skinny.
M: What does Daddy smell like?
A: Blueberries!!

Cute Cousins

Well Ava and I survived another trip to Colorado Springs and really had a great time hanging out with my sisters and her cousins. And Ava didn't even scream at all on the flight back, go figure. I guess the secret is strapping her into a carseat on the plane and not letting her get out the entire flight. .....actually I think I was just lucky this time. Unfortunately we both returned sicker than we've been all year and are just getting over it. But I can say that it was really nice that the kids mananged to get along better than ever and I'll chalk that up to them simply being 8 months older than the last time they were all together. Emily gets a gold medal for being Super Aunt all week (and always) and putting up with kid overload.

Whose kid IS that?!

Dear fellow passengers of Delta Flight #3804,

I hereby express my formal and sincere apology for the continued, ear-piercing, utterly blood-curdling screaming emanating for a full 30 minutes from the small curly-haired toddler sitting in row four. I promise that I was not deliberately torturing her, but apparently sitting in a chair with the seat belt on constitutes torture to a two year old. (By the way, the contortions used as an attempted escape tactic were actually quite amazing.) Thank you for not throwing me even one single dirty look even though I know you felt like throwing us out at 20,000 feet.

Forever grateful,
Frazzled Mama

P.S. Hope you're not on the return flight next week.