Ava

Ava is sassy these days. I find myself not knowing which Ava will wake up from nap - the sassy diva or the sweet innocent little girl. I love them both.
She is tough with her brothers. She totally stands her ground and will always get what she wants. (hmm, wonder where she gets that from) Still, she is, and always will be, Daddy's girl.

Ava is saying more words, but mostly she just points and says "Eh." She knows the color purple and thinks every color is purple. She plays nicely alone - loves her kitchen set and her baby dolls - oh and her dress ups, too. She has been known to wear 2 tu-tus at once, while sporting her pink barbie high heels. She loves shoes and wears her pink mammoth crocs to bed whenever she can get away with it. Last night at Grandmom's she saw all the shoeboxes in her closet and simply said "Wow." She's way more girly than I ever was. But she can still beat up her brothers.

She loves Blues Clues and Little Bear. She likes to eat salad and drink chocolate milk. She will claim to be finished eating and upon leaving the table, she'll grab a fist full of food 'for the road.'

She gives the best hugs - and taps her fingers on my neck as she pulls me close. She'll blow you away with the kisses she throws. She does it to me every night.

She is a monster outside of the house - hates the shopping cart and loves to make a scene. She absolutely hates when anyone sings and will scream at the top of her lungs until it ceases. Happy Birthday will be fun this year.

A Sasssy Diva indeed - no matter how much I deny it.