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Lately Ava likes to play in “Nents.” You know, when you climb under a sheet and hold it up like it is a tent.

The sitting/standing position. I think it is so funny that they stand there with their butt a half an inch off the floor.

And another:

Ava and Dad having a good time:

Ava running:

Caleb is healthy, having gained 1/2 pound in a week. Recently, Ava contracted a little cold (or maybe allergies?). When the doctor found out, she told Sally to tell the girls that Caleb is “dirty.” She explained that they would stay away. Only telling Grace and Ava he is dirty has had the opposite effect. As if they were flys and Caleb is [insert something that is really dirty here].

An album is below, but I can’t resist commenting on a few of my favorites:

I love how the older sister gene has taken over. “Ava, get your face away from us.” And the other not so subtle slip in this picture.

(Grace just informed me upon coming up to see what I am doing “I do NOT love that dress because it is not beautiful. Do you think it’s pretty? Because I don’t.” Translation: this isn’t a princess dress. Brutally honest, yet innocent opinion: priceless.)

OK, I am a bad dad, but I think Caleb looks like an alien.

He got the scrawny gene. Must be from Sally.

Is this a close enough closeup for you mom?

And now for the album:

At 12:50 PM.

He was 6 lbs 11 oz and 20 inches, but doesn’t have a name yet.

He has nice sized berries to go with his twig.

Let the fun begin.

Ava now falls victim to the “Don’t [fill in with what you want Ava to do],” which she immediately does. So lately, the only way I can get a peck from Ava is to say “No kisses Ava.” She responds with a hand over each of my ears, cranks my head to the side, and gives me a kiss on one cheek, then the other after cranking my head the other way.

But the funniest is when I say “No bonks Ava.” She comes right up and gently (kind of) bonks me on the forehead with her forehead while saying “GonkGonkGonkGonkGonk.”

One of the things about having little girls is that “sports” come in different forms. We don’t hit whiffle balls off the tee (I tried, believe me). We have dance parties.

****SIGH****

Dance Party (1 min.)

At dinner on Thursday, we made hamburgers. While getting out the condiments, Sally found a jar of Kroger pickles I had bought. So I opened them and started to eat one.

Ava gave me the look like “What are you eating?” So I asked Ava if she wanted a bite. She did her nod up and down once slightly yes nod. So I handed her my pickle. She took a bite. She took another bite. I asked for my pickle back. She gave me the “are you crazy” look, which translates to staring at me blankly and acting like she didn’t understand what language I was speaking while putting in another bite; she ate my whole pickle.

By the way, Kroger pickles are gross.

Tonight, Ava was eating as typical. All her vegetables (good) and as much fruit as she can stuff in her little body (good, but given the option, fruit is all she would eat). Lately, we have been bribing her with treats.

Tonight, we had teriaki chicken. Grace was already eating her fudgesicle and Ava wanted one. Bad. So I told her to eat her meat. She put a bite in, chewed once, and pulled it out and put it on her plate. She looked at me expectantly, like she deserved a fudgesicle. Then she said “Fuhhh-neee dada” and started laughing. It occurred to me that she wasn’t trying to sneak a fudgesicle, but was trying to have fun. She repeated three times until finally eating one piece of meat.

She is a cutehead. Which probably explains why she got a fudgesicle anyhow.

I asked Grace to let the water out of the bathtub. She took it literally and decided that didn’t mean she had to let the bubbles go as well. The result:

And she wasn’t supposed to get her hair wet…