Might make this a Friday ritual.
Probably won't because I don't do the same thing the same way twice. Like ever.
Here are some photos I snapped on my soul mate iPhone this week.
Hell, let's make a list out of it!
The 18 month check-up.
My little giant (true to her paternal side) is still in the 99th percentile for height.
I'm so jealousssssssssss
At the park across the street from our house (lucky, I know)...
That's Handsome Strong Buff Husband Man up top there with Avery (can't see her) crawling around up there teetering on abruptly ending edges while dad "watches" her.
I didn't even have my eyes open when I snapped this picture.
Please disregard the mom-wont-let-me-dump-my-juice-out-on-the-carpet induced tantrum.
Dude. My mom made that sweater. This is one of a bajillion beautiful sweaters and hats and booties she has labored over for her only grandchild. Mind you, she made a solid percent of my twin sister's and my clothes (that were gorgeous) when we were little. And she's perfect in temperament to boot. Oh, and every single person who has ever met her is obsessed with her. Because she's an angel with never ending patience and grace and loveliness.
How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that.
The Cinco de Mayo "party".
This is me watching Troy watch his fiesta-in-blender spin around. Just Ave, him, and I. I picture him thinking, "How did I get here?" as he envisions his friends doing shots of tequila of some hot chick's boobs at an ginormous party while shouting, "I LOVE MY LIFE!!" to each other over loud awesome music while hundred dollar bills fall from the sky.
Actually he's really not a partier like at all. Side note: Doesn't he look like a nerdless version of Clark Kent? Sexxxy.
The "fat" jeans.
This is what happens when you pay your hair stylist in chicken wings.
One of my BFFs, Jackie, is my hair stylist and I thought, instead of paying her in cash when she next cuts my hair, it would be much wiser to trade her services with like 450 chicken wings, and I'll eat them too, followed by a bucket-full of frozen yogurt. On the drive home, I had to actually completely unbutton my jeans to breathe. Notice the creases due to excessive pressure digging into my gut. Gross.
The halved nap.
Ok, obviously NOT a flattering picture, but I needed to get her half asleep on this one.
I'm cutting her nap in half in an effort to get her to sleep better at night.
When I went in to wake her up:
Me: (softly) "Sweetie, you need to wake up."
Avery: (eyes closed) "no, no." (in whisper, eyes still closed) "nigh-night"
She told ME! I laughed so hard I almost fell over. She's so funny!
Just another adorable example of Avery wearing Daddy's shoes and thinking its hilarious.
PS. Notice the striking resemblance to the Anthro skirt on my Wednesday Wishlist. Big differences include, I bought this one for $2.50 on clearance at Target and this one is a size 3T. The only time I ever fit in a 3T was when I was 3 and when I was 21 for a short amount of time.
Have a beautiful weekend. I will be at the beach!