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Clearly she has none.
When I asked her what on earth she was doing, she replied “Cleaning my toes, Mama.”
What could I do but laugh? She answered my question, didn’t she?
And then we had a chat about the appropriateness of putting our feet on the table…especially while eating. So far the message seems to have stuck, thank goodness.
We’re big BBQ fans around here but we pretty much mainly roll with the Carolina style – the more vinegar and hot sauce the better. None of this ketchup based stuff for us…with the exception of an occasional Pierce’s pulled pork sandwich and even then I’m usually grouching about how (too) sweet it is. My favorite local BBQ place is a family owned (near-literal) hole in the wall, complete with a plywood counter, where people line up outside to get food. They have to, considering it’s just about big enough for 3 customers inside at a time. It’s also in a not-so-good neighborhood yet you’ll see folks in business suits and driving $$$ German engineered vehicles standing alongside the blue collar and obviously unemployed people while waiting their turn. Yes, it’s that good.
Ava got her first taste of pulled pork and she quite liked it (despite it being store bought) once she got over that first unexpected tang.
She’s such a good eater. Not terribly picky and will try most anything even if it is spicy or heavily seasoned. Except lentils – she still won’t eat those (neither will I) and has literally thrown up every single time she’s ingested some (only twice).
After dinner and a bath, while getting ready for bed, she asked that she be allowed to sleep with Pooh and Mickey and Minnie. We knew this would be logistically impossible but we let her give it a shot.
While she had a blast with them, she ultimately decided on her own that they were space hogs and kicked them out.
But, sweet girl that she is, of course she kissed them goodnight first.
“A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.”
“If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.”
All quotes courtesy of A.A. Milne.
We were sorting out her closet in a futile attempt to make room for all the clothes we knew were coming for Christmas when it somehow turned into a mini fashion show.
Although I’m still not quite sure what look she was going for.
Pimp? Heroin chic? Homeless?
Oh heck, what do I know? I’d live in jeans, sweaters, and long sleeve t-shirts (all black, of course) if I could. She could be the next hot thing in Haute Couture what with the leopard pattern (faux, as to not offend PETA), asian inspired silk pants and shoe, and the fleece robe complete with Mickey Mouse ears.
She designed it. My job was to photograph it.
“Take peek-tures, Mama.” So, I did. With my phone because the camera wasn’t handy.
I think this was the fashion model with attitude pose:
Then we got a close up of the hat and a slightly sweeter and more innocent face:
Wait – there were more models to photograph. She set up the shot just so and commanded me to hurry up.
Then a group shot designed solely, in my opinion, to show that she is clearly the most beautiful supermodel in the whole, wide world.
And then a tiny bit of goofing off with friends to end the long day of hard work.
We started out the morning like this:
Then came a quick trip to Home Depot to agonize (once again) over kitchen floor tile.
Well, not so quick – we had to detour due to yet another big rainstorm.
Which apparently tuckered her out:
(She bought the hat – well, WE bought the hat after she found it on sale for 50% off – at Home Depot of all places.)
The tiling arguments, errr – discussions, wore us out, too. So we bought none and headed home.
Where we discovered that the 30 minute catnap was plenty long enough for her but not nearly long enough for us.
She finally wound down hours and hours later and kicked back for a leisurely evening in with a comfy pillow and a favorite (and super loud) toy strategically placed just close enough to Mama to drive her nearly batty after she was forced to hear animal sounds interspersed with an electronic rendition of “Old McDonald” at least ninetythousandmillion times…in a row.
I love these days.