Monday, May 16, 2011

Time is Flying

As of Saturday, Ava is 21 months old. I know. Unbelievable. What's that you say? You can believe it? Well, fine. But you're not her mommy, who is still in disbelief at the incredible pace at which children grow up.

Yesterday, Ava learned to crawl. I swear. Then suddenly, she was walking, causing trouble, sitting at the table, minus highchair and/or booster seat, feeding herself with a fork. Just last week she was laying on the floor, peaceful and content, rolling over. Now she's demanding to watch Wow Wow Wubbzy, and Dora, and insisting that she be allowed to eat Lay's BBQ chips for every meal. Then she cries when we run out of chips.

I'm still on the fence about whether or not Ava should become a big sister, so if she's my last baby I'm determined to cherish these last bits of babydom. She's in a hurry to grow up, but I'm trying to drag her back to cuddle. She can play Barbies later, right now she's going to hug her mommy.

The terrible twos aint got nothing on Ava. She can get into anything she sets her mind to, all with the help of a kitchen chair she pushes around to climb onto stuff. She will: smear glitter lip gloss all over the couch in the blink of an eye, pull Alana's hair, dump out all of the toys, ask for more chips by grunting, all without missing a step. She must have bottoms on at all times, otherwise the diaper is coming off. And if you change the channel from cartoons, prepare to feel her wrath. In this form:
Scary right? Just back away slowly, try to give her some chips, then turn and run as fast as you can.

Ava counters her spunkiness with an equal part of cuteness, in the form of perfect little lips, super long eyelashes and her little baby mullet. I could just squeeze her!

Whenever she is bratty, she makes sure to let me know that she is also cute, and sweet. That's how she manages to get her way. She's a baby con-artist. She can get away with any crime, as long as she follows it with a kiss.
I can't deny that this little person has me wrapped around her finger. I worship this cute little face. I read her countless books. I make her cookies, cause she inherited my sweet tooth. I paint the toenails on her chubby little feet, and attempt to comb her baby mullet into pigtails. If she only knew how much I love her. And how sad I'll be when she turns two in August.


Anonymous said...

So adorable.. I know how you feel about just wanting to snuggle with her all day.. My daughter is my last. I got fixed. But its so hard not to just want to baby my little girl...I'm sure David probably would really like a boy... So you should get on that.

Jennifer said...

With David's luck we'd have another girl, which I would love! My main hesitancy is money, although I'm going to school right now and David is starting in the fall, so I know eventually we'll have more money. Babies are just so expensive!

Heather said...

Ah man. I am right there with you on this whole growing up business! The other day I had the same epiphany; looking at my kids and realizing that they would turn TWO in just four months. TWO?! Seriously, they just turned one.

I love the pictures you captured. Priceless.

Awyn said...

I LOVE that first picture... she's got some attitude :) Two is such a sad birthday... All the growing up stuff is amazing, but babies are so sweet. I'd have a dozen (or like, 2 more) if I had lots of money.

Jennifer said...

Me too! I'd have like four kids if I was rich, but two already stretches the budget!


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