I've babysat my two grand-fabulous-children (ages 5 and 2) the past two days, just during the day, while Jamie had a church function and Cory had training.
At approximately 7:15 this morning, the dog crapped on the floor. I saw him in the act and he wouldn't stop. I ran to the kitchen to get something to clean it up while hollering at Ava, "Where's Lucas? Keep him away from the hall!" She hollered back, "He's back here with me! He just spilled all my milk on the carpet in the sun room."
I cleaned up the dog poop and ran to the sun room to clean up the milk the best I could so it wouldn't sour the rug and WOO WEEE (!!!), Lucas had a big stinky gift for grandma in his diaper.
All of this happened in about 10 minutes time. As I changed the stinky diaper, I looked at my watch and thought, "Good grief, it's not even 8 o'clock, yet."
I wasn't going to share this with anyone, because I didn't want Cory and Jamie to think I minded one single minute of watching the kids, but one of the first things Ava told Jamie when she walked through the door was, "Oakley pooped on the floor!"
My daughter-in-law went to a "Fame Party" and had the pictures below taken of their beautiful family. They are incredible. I'm not sure if this is available everywhere, but this is such a great idea. It's sort of like a Tupperware party, but with a photographer. Each family gets 15 minutes with the photographer and you purchase the whole CD of photos to do whatever you like with them. You can also purchase prints. Here's the link: Fame Parties.
This is my one year old grand-fabulous-son Lucas (4 year old Ava's fabulous little brother) talking about his day. What do you think he's saying? I would love to know.
My son and daughter-in-law are the proud parents of the latest addition to their family. That's him up there at five days old watching the "chipmunk movie" with his big sister Ava. His name is Lucas and he weighed 9 pounds and was 22 inches long. Three year old Ava is in love and cannot stop saying, "Momma, he's so cute!"
After his first sponge bath in Ava's presence, Ava's mom mentioned that she wished she had a hairbrush to brush Lucas' hair. Ava said, "We have one, mom." Jamie said, "Yes, but we need a baby hairbrush." Ava got off the bed, went to Lucas' room, we heard the opening and closing of a cabinet door, then Ava came back into the room with an unopened package containing a baby hairbrush and comb. Jamie had forgotten they bought it. Such a good big sister.
During Lucas' birth (he was a planned home birth), Ava spent the day with me. She also spent a lot of the next four days with me including a few slumber parties with grandma. Here are a few Ava-isms from the weekend:
"Grandma, you need to buy a back yard." (I live in a townhouse)
"Grandma, who makes it dark? God or Jesus?"
"Where did you get this purse, Grandma?"
"Aunt Kim gave it to me."
"Did you tell her thank you?"
"Ava, grandma doesn't have any Butt Paste here for your bottom." (That would be Boudreaux' Butt Paste for those of you who don't know. It's a southern version of Desitin. Ava had a little rash on her heinie.)
"You need to put it on your list. Also, a Mickey Mouse sippy cup for me."
Ava singing her ABCs before (actually, during) bedtime...
I have one last Ava story (soon, there will be lots of Lucas stories). While Jamie and I were talking the other night, Ava was playing in front of the television. She looked up at the television, then looked at Jamie and said, "Momma, that man looks like one of my daddies."
Jamie said, "What do you mean 'one of your daddies?' You only have one daddy."
"He looks like one of my daddies!" Ava repeated.
"You only have one daddy, Ava," Jamie said.
"I know," said Ava.
"He looks like your daddy?" Jamie asked.
Ava looked at Jamie as if to say, "Isn't that what I've been saying all along?" and said, "Yeah."
Ava went back to playing with her baby dolls and I imagined her thinking, "Geez. Grown-ups."
