Last night over dinner, Ava was getting extra sassy and the end result was a serious staredown between Scott and Ava. I was an innocent bystander, and felt like I was at a tennis match to see who would break first. Ava eventually popped out her lower lip and started to "cry" (at the age of two she is already a master of fake crying). That was it - Scott started laughing, and once she saw him smile, it was done. Ava had won this battle. Scott often makes me laugh in the middle of an argument - apparently, she has inherited his same tension-breaking skills. So hard not to laugh sometimes...
Since I'm usually the one holding the camera, we don't have a lot of pictures of Ava and me. This week, we tried to remedy that a bit.
Ava wanted to watch the Disney Channel...and of course I got sucked into it, too. I think I was supposed to be making dinner instead of watching Hannah Montana - but how could I turn down this cuddle time with my girl?
This was a fun one. Ava and I were hanging out, taking self-portraits, and out of the blue, she hit me. I started to lecture her about not hitting people, and as I was talking to her, she whispered, "I want Daddy..." I think we need to teach her about internal monologue.
I laughed, regardless.
And then she put herself in timeout.
All done being naughty! Or is she?
Nope! Now we're dancing topless on a chair.
I'm already worried about her going to Mexico for Spring Break...
Do you know how hard it is to do a self-portrait, without looking at the camera, turned away, with closed eyes? She was full of kisses after her stint in timeout.
I was summoned upstairs last night to look at our little girl, channeling Al Bundy. Nice.
We're looking forward to a relatively quiet week - Scott's got lots of side work scheduled, so Ava and I should be able to get in some quality mommy-daughter time!