Historic Pink Dresses, Giant Eyes, Bub Love, and a Few Other Things

Here is Ava sporting some babywear from my own babyhood:



Mmmmm... nostalgicious. Think if I get really serious about dieting, I can fit into it again?

In other news... Ava's experimenting with ways to get from point a to point b. Rolling has been the preferred method, but she has recently discovered that she can push herself forward a bit with her feet while laying on her stomach.. It's an awesome sight - her wee little hinder wiggling away as her feet scramble to connect with something solid. She leads with her giant baby eyes. Which, incidentally, is the same way she plays the piano:



Who know when she will work out the mechanics for crawling, but it could be soon. She is certainly strong enough for it. We like to call her scrappy. She's tiny, but super strong. Like altoids. But scrappy sounds cuter. Altoid sounds like a condition that requires minty preparation H. Or some obscure muscle that only a hardcore body builder wants to develop (this bronzing oil really shows off my Altoids when I flex like this. Huuuu-yaaaaah!!). So we call her Scrappy instead of Altoid. The nickname is perfect... only slightly tarnished by the memory of Scrappy Doo... his appearance on Scooby Doo was when that show jumped the shark. If you aren't familiar with that term, let me just say that Scrappy Doo was to Scooby Doo what Cousin Oliver was to the Brady Bunch. And if that didn't make any sense to you, then you really need to brush up on your classics. Now what was I talking about? Oh yeah... Ava's a very strong little girl.


Alexander loooooooves his big cousin Harrison. Like he reallyreallyreallyreally loves Harrison. Harrison is generally polite about the whole matter, even when Alexander's intense love makes it hard to eat a meal:



Bub continues to say the darnest blahbity blahs. He said his first three word sentence. He was counting cars on the road, one car, two car , three car ( you get the idea.... if not... four car, five car...) Suddenly we had a long stretch of road without any cars around. He said "No more cars." Yar. He likes to read or label or narrate everything he sees - usually using just one or two words and a LOT of enthusiasm. It's very cute. I mean, anyone else would sound crazy... but he just sounds cute.