Avery at Fifteen Months

My girl.  Oh, my sweet, pretty little girl.  No one told me I would be so affected by this baby.  That I would glance up from scrambling eggs and see her squatting on the kitchen floor next to me stirring her bowl of air and my heart would melt into my stomach.  I fall in love with her all over again every single day.  Multiple times a day.

She toddles into the kitchen and gets a hold of my purse and slings it around her neck, and pushes her toy shopping cart around adding toys to the basket.  It dawns on me: she's copying ME!  I look down from the mirror as I'm getting ready and she's trying to brush her hair with my brush.  A slideshow of my life flashes before me as I think about her watching all the things I do during the day.  I think about how I snarked at Adam for forgetting to bring a towel when he took Avery to the pool.  About bursting into tears when I broke a casserole dish and ruined an entire CASSEROLE (that I spent hours shopping for and preparing, nonetheless my reaction was a bit melodramatic).  I think about that whole chocolate bar I just devoured.  She can't copy THOSE things.  No, no, no, no.  Obviously I need to be a better person.

We've been busy and we're about to get on the road again.  We're headed back to the mainland for a family reunion!  And Avery is only napping about an hour a day these days.  Adam asked me if I was abandoning my blog... NO!  How I wish I had more contemplative time for blogging!  I did manage to put together another video...